| Seventeen, no question that I knew everything
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| It’s plain to see community college wasn’t me
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| I got the call, that L.A. needed somebody like me
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| I left my girlfriend behind, I’m gonna see my name in lights
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| La Da Da, I could get used to this
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| But on record two, they signed another band that sounds just like you
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| It’s nothing personal, take your songs and make your own demo
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| But this cannot be, they said they’d make a big star out of me
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| Guess I’ll catch my breath, find that girl, and try again at 23
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| La Da Da, I’ll get used to it
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| La Da Da, I’ll get used to the pain
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| We’re better off, ya know? |
| Who needs em, anyway?
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| If their heads get any bigger they might just float away
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| We’re getting older now, and we’re hungry for the truth
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| Such a shame such fun was wasted on our youth
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| Once again, I found myself with music on my hands
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| I found God, he told me it’s okay to start another band
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| We had a run, until the whole thing fell apart with the economy
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| Just like that, my newfound friends had all abandoned me
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| La Da Da, I’ll get used to the pain
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| La Da Da, I’m getting used to the pain
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| La Da Da, I’m getting used to it
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| La Da Da, La Da Da
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| Here I am, ten years after this soap opera began
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| Wife and child, I make up in joy what I may lack in style
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| I’m writing down the things I’ve always hid from in the past
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| Just today, I can finally say that I’m a lucky man
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| La Da Da, I could get used to this |