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Stone cold cell Raised from hell Holdin? me For first degree One more morn For calm, for dawn You shall see They?ll come for me I confessed I?ve been blessed All I need is one last request I?ll only get up in the morning Tearin? down the songs Hearing the radio Blarin?, darin?, dancin? vigorly down the hall We?ll get in the do, I did it Shoo-bee-doo?s and all Give us the grass around to tumble down |
That gobbles our way, rock?n?roll I wanna get up in the morning Tearin? down the walls I?ve got to face my music ?Fore I face my lord To think this is over A crazy kind of show Can?t any of you tell me Is there a better way to go? Oh no! 5:15 Now?s the time I?ll be fine Here?s my music one more time I?ll be here in the early morning Tearin? down the song |
Knockin? the radio Blarin?, darin?, dancin? vigorly down the hall I?ll get in the do, ?I did it? Shoo-bee-doo?s and all Watchin? the grass around A rollin? round to good old passion rock?n?roll I?ll be here in the early morning Tearin? down these walls The music played and I must say I really had a ball And now I guess I gotta go and meet those odd people down the hall I don?t wanna go this way Though I know I?ve gotta pay Would it change things anyway If I said I?d like to stay? What da ya say? |
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