(J. Jett/R. Byrd/F. Carillo)
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Twenty one and lost out on the street
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You won't take nobody's sympathy
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Back at home you reached for love
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But you was turned away
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Black and blue you cry most every night
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You tell your friends that everything's all right
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Hoping when you closed your eyes
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It all will go away
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(But with the music loud)
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(Your life gets better somehow)
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All right play that song again
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All night and never let it end
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You'll find something there for you
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All right it can get you through
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It's though there's someone trying to break you down
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There's a million takers in this town
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It's too hard when no one even wants to understand
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Guitar coming from a radio
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Always takes you where you wanna go
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Somehow all your troubles always seem to fade away
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(But with the music loud)
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(Your life gets better somehow)
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All right play that song again
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All night and never let it end
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You'll find something there for you
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All right it can get you through
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Guitar coming from a radio
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Always takes you where you wanna go
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(But with the music loud)
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(Your life gets better somehow)
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All right play that song again
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All night and never let it end
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You'll find something there for you
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All right it can get you through
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All right all night
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All right all night
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Play That Song Again
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| Joan Jett and The Blackhearts |
