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(difford/tilbrook) |
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He wants to be glorified |
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And swallowed in fame |
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He wants to be a hero |
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Like kurt cobain |
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Playing his guitar |
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With it hung round his knees |
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The tour bus syndrome |
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The touring disease |
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He stands like a soldier |
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He's ready to charge |
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The young girls he sleeps with |
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Are all a mirage |
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He wants to be wanted |
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But doesn't know why |
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Reality curtains |
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Black out a blue sky |
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Play on play on and eat up the sun |
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Pop up to london and soak up the fun |
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Play on play on with gathering speed |
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Its saturday night |
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As the ears start to bleed |
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He wants to be famous a |
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And fall when he's young |
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Climbing up ladders |
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Without any rungs |
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Ill in the morning |
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And wasted all day |
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Looking demented |
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With not much to say |
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He pulls out a woman |
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From under his bed |
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Her eyes are like cherries |
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That spin in her head |
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If he hits the jackpot |
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He's in the top ten |