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Ive got a Saturday night and Im all alone
Ive got my phone right here and I hope shell call
But shes too pissed off at the way I am
And she calls me what I want from her
Ive been expected too much to continue writing
All these shitty lame love songs that I hate
Its becoming real clear that I have no talent
And the kids are what Im trying to reach
Oh, come on
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Love me, steal me away
Cause Ive had enough of this
And I am whole
And I am strong
Cuz were growing up too fast
Whos to say Im always wrong
I think its further from the truth to point that out
And Im trying new style to progress once more
But real pop is where the moneys at
Dadadadada its how it goes
But I guess its in the eye of the beholder
Its because I dont stand right out
I guess guitar could be the difference
Woah no woah
(Chorus) x2
I could fight, I could fear, I could bruise, I could born
We could figth, we could sweat, we could kill, we could die
We could fight the good fight
We could fight, we could sleep, we could touch
We could f*ck, we could die, we could fall,
We could stand up to each other
We could fight the good fight
Youve gotta put it right back where it started
To figure out that we are meant for more
Youve gotta sit back and relax
Cuz Ive found that all this stress is killing me
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(Chorus) x2