here, sitting in my room, with The Replacements and Husker Du, like a rebel without a clue
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and the Beatles and the Stones get to hang out with Ramones
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and the Pistols shunning fame, as they sing the old refrain
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as they always will again, like 29 x the pain
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I see Starz, and the moon is Big and Black, well there's a full Sheer Heart Attack
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a-but the cheapest trick of all is when I hear that London call
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I need something and I need it fast, I need Jason Scorching past
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I need to feel they feel the same, 'cos when they almost know my name it's like 29 x the pain
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times the pain
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29 x the pain, times the rain
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29 x the pain, times the pain
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times the pain, but it all ends up the same
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(thanks [Pink/Pete/??])
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kiss my heart, like The Damned did from the start
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c'mon make me feel like me, S.L.F. or B.O.C.
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give me old, give me new, lend me know you feel it too
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'cos the sounds that twist and curl, it's a brave new world
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I'm up, how can I get down, when I got all my friends around
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and I can be there once again, I'm gonna miss Kurt Cobain
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just like 29 x the pain
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times the pain
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29 x the pain, times the pain
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29 x the pain, times the pain
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times the pain (and all the gaps and all the pain)
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times the pain (tomorrow always cries my name)
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times the pain - it makes it all worthwhile again
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CHORUS:
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29 X The Pain
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| The Wildhearts |
