She was lying in bed
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with a pain in her head
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they called
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the Rock'n'Roll explosion
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When the radio played it
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for a great new wave
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all the gears went through
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the motions
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And all the pretty boys started
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to look so cool
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And all the ugly girls knew
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there was one thing left to do
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Sell-Out
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Sell-out your loving to me
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Sell-out, Sell-out your love
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She was standing alone
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at the sold-out show
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when she made the observation
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through the crowd screamed for more
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she could not ignore
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the band's degeneration
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And all the pretty boys started to look so cool
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And all the ugly girls knew
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there was nothing left to do
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Sell-Out
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Sell-out your loving to me
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Sell-out, Sell-out your love
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Sell-out
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You're just a sell-out love
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You're just a sell-out love
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Sell-Out Love
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| The Black Halos |
