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Rock is dead, and so is my will to live I want to scream I want to learn giutar and write a song, For you, for me, to piss people off, to make people happy To have something to do But I won't, because I never do.
I want to go to a cemetery And dance through the graves No matter what anyone says Because the corpses don't care, And if they do they can haunt me It wouldn't make much difference.
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