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Guitar starts spinning, rock and roll starts winning |
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We rise to the top, we're the cream of the crop |
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We make with the haircuts straight out of the past |
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We blast first, we blast last |
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Teenage caveman, rock wood skin and bones |
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It's the cry of the wild, we cry alone |
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We cry alone (x6) |
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Got a strand of barbed wire twisted around my throat |
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Teenage caveman, blind and without any hope |
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Let's get primitive right now, down with the rocks and the dirt |
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Let's bang our heads girl, trade spit 'til it hurts |
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Teenage caveman, rock wood skin and bone |
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It's the cry of the wild, we cry alone |
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We cry alone (x7) |
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Woke to the sound of an angel, rolling bones to the door |
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I can hear the flowers bloom, the gust of blood from the roar |
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Teenage caveman, rock wood skin and bones |
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It's the cry of the wild, we cry alone |
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We cry alone (x7) |
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Alone |
