| He rocked his way through yesterday, Lord he thought he had a chance
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| He played guitar and wrote some tunes, of love and romance
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| He did his share of travelin', like a dog without a home
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| A fugitive who would rather give, a star that never shone
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| Isn’t it a pity, isn’t it a shame
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| No one ever warned the boy
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| Rock n' roll is a vicious game, oh yeah
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| He said he wouldn’t get led around, or caught up in the games
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| Or end up in a gallery, of faces with no names
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| And rock 'n' roll was in his soul, and music was a friend
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| He recorded a song that made us sing along, and he was on the road again
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| Isn’t it a pity, isn’t it a shame
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| No one ever warned the boy
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| Rock n' roll is a vicious game, oh oh, oh yeah, oh oh
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| Stage fright, ooh, and long black limousines
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| He’s pushing himself a way too hard, or so it seems
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| He opened up his heart to us, he gave us what he could
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| We symphathized and harmonized, he made us all feel good
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| But it’s funny how those things can change, and time can pass us by
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| Songs that moved us so easily, no longer make us cry
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| Now isn’t it a pity, isn’t it a shame
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| No one ever warned the boy
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| Rock n' roll is a vicious game, oh oh, oh
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| Oh yeah, oh, oh oh oh, oh, yeah, yeah yeah yeah
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| My my my, rock 'n roll is a vicious game, yeah
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| Rock 'n' roll, rock 'n' roll, yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh |