How many special people change?
How many lives are living strange?
Where
Is it my imagination
Or have I finally found something worth
When I get to the bottom I go back to
Hey hey, my my
Rock and roll will never die
There's more
Maybe I don't really want to know
How your garden grows
I live my life in the city
There's no easy way
I'd like to be somebody else
And not know where I've
Made a meal and threw it up on Sunday
I've gotta
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I need to be myself
I can't be no one else
I'm