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To all the would-be stars
Who are stuck in karaoke bars
To all the would-be lovers
That always seem to dream alone
To all the second guessers
And assistant managers
(Totally Rad Guitar Solo)
To all the second born
To those who broke their mother's hearts.
With their tattoos and their drinking problems.
We're beautiful.
Like a rock in a cop's face
And when its hard to find
Don't let the bastards drag ya down.
Get in line for a life that you hate.
But wheres the heart in that?
Why do we choose out of fear and practicality?
If we all gotta die alone then tonight let's get drunk and talk real close.
Count down the minutes till we get home.
You're beautiful like a rock in a cop's face.
And when its hard to find,
Don't let the bastards drag you down.
You're a beautiful sight for sore eyes
You're like a rock in a cops face.
And when its hard to find,
Don't let the bastards drag you down.
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