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[aid] => mick
[title] => Stadiumania
[time] => 2008-04-11 18:12:51
[hometext] => Step it up and stay small.
[bodytext] => I just don’t feel it anymore, Clean and well-dressed, You’re in touch with all the latest styles. But there’s nothing left, And the end has passed, But the wounded animal trods on. Heading slowly towards the cliff. This just doesn’t mean _____. A walking corpse on the stage. Get in, get out, get paid. “Buy our ____, kids.” Did your mom buy you that ticket? Gotta keep it gritty. Play it from the inside, out. What goes up stays up, Until you’re old news, Rehashing a reunion tour With canes in hand. Your roadies are learning how How to handle an oxygen tank. And you’re shooting up for a publicity OD. It just doesn’t mean ____ Unless you keep it gritty. Still playing from the inside, out. Why are you here But to play with your heart. So ______ use it And get back in there. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 203 [topic] => 34 [informant] => a7x36 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SongLyrics )
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