Bring me your tired and your downtrodden.
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Show me what you've got left.
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All those referred to as a dying breed.
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The last of selflessness.
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Remember yesteryear when we ruled the scene without a care in the world and nothing to pretend?
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I swear this town must be the capital.
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You can't leave home without observing many fine examples of uninhibited rock.
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These kids don't have a clue when it comes to being cool.
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We'll have the last word at the maiden show.
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Whoa! Send me back to my time so I can be with my kind,
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forever outside the stadium.
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And we'll fight! Fight for what we believe!
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What was it we believe? Living this lie is dangerous.
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We're not going anywhere, oh no.
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We're ready to rock out with reckless abandon no foolin'.
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We'll throw caution out the window and show all how it's done.
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Last Of The Mullets
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| The Gamits |
