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here, sitting in my room, with The Replacements and Husker Du, like a rebel without a clue |
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and the Beatles and the Stones get to hang out with Ramones |
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and the Pistols shunning fame, as they sing the old refrain |
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as they always will again, like 29 x the pain |
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I see Starz, and the moon is Big and Black, well there's a full Sheer Heart Attack |
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a-but the cheapest trick of all is when I hear that London call |
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I need something and I need it fast, I need Jason Scorching past |
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I need to feel they feel the same, 'cos when they almost know my name it's like 29 x the pain |
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times the pain |
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29 x the pain, times the rain |
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29 x the pain, times the pain |
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times the pain, but it all ends up the same |
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(thanks (Pink/Pete/??) |
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kiss my heart, like The Damned did from the start |
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c'mon make me feel like me, S.L.F. or B.O.C. |
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give me old, give me new, lend me all you're feeling too |
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'cos the sounds that twist and curl, it's a brave new world |
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I'm up, I could not get down, well I get all my friends around |
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and I can be there once again, I'm gonna miss Kurt Cobain |
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just like 29 x the pain |
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times the pain |
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29 x the pain, times the pain |
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29 x the pain, times the pain |
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times the pain (and all the gaps and all the pain) |
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times the pain (tomorrow always cries my name) |
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times the pain - it makes it all worthwhile again |
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