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Stadiumania
Contributed by
a7x36
on
Friday, 11th April 2008 @ 06:12:51 PM in AEST
Topic:
SongLyrics
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I just don’t feel it anymore,
Clean and well-dressed,
You’re in touch with all the latest styles.
But there’s nothing left,
And the end has passed,
But the wounded animal trods on.
Heading slowly towards the cliff.
This just doesn’t mean _____.
A walking corpse on the stage.
Get in, get out, get paid.
“Buy our ____, kids.”
Did your mom buy you that ticket?
Gotta keep it gritty.
Play it from the inside, out.
What goes up stays up,
Until you’re old news,
Rehashing a reunion tour
With canes in hand.
Your roadies are learning how
How to handle an oxygen tank.
And you’re shooting up for a publicity OD.
It just doesn’t mean ____
Unless you keep it gritty.
Still playing from the inside, out.
Why are you here
But to play with your heart.
So ______ use it
And get back in there.
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a7x36
... [
2008-04-11 18:12:51] (Date/Time posted on
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