I read the paper just the other day
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About a buddy of mine who headed to an early grave
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They say he went in his sleep
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With a smile on his face
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Bet he was dreaming bout those better days
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When the crash of the drums
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Hit like the waves on a beach
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That cheap bass and guitar and our wildest dreams
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We were searching for a savior like anybody else
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Trying to save ourselves from ourselves
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Just a garage band
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We weren't alive
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We were livin' in Garageland
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Our parents all held jobs but we had other plans
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We acted like our heroes
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They just didn't understand
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We were never afraid to fall
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It was us and those four walls
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Just a Garage band
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We weren't alive
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We were livin' in Garageland
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Nothing else felt so right
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Just us, those guitars
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And a Saturday night
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Garageland
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| Bon Jovi |
