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The Jukebox Romantics

When you were only growin? up did they shape how you think? Whether red or blue, it?s always gonna be the same They don?t think it?s a crime to choose

Out on the Chelsea piers they?re screamin? Everybody?s feelin? half alive And down on Bowery they?re saying No more music yeah it?s closin? time Well

Kid go take up arms is what they said As you march into the night Don?t ask questions, know its right Kid go take up arms is what they said So I?m sitting

Just one more pint and I?ll be fine Just one more I?ve not far to drive Just one more taste to ease my mind Just one more shot and I?ll be fixed Just

Who do you think you are? Some kind of fucking star? No way There?s more going on than you think And you?re not as half as good as they say There?s

We?d find a church or VFW hall And play our hearts out till the cops were called It didn?t matter if no one showed It was an outlet and a place to go

game you look good but all your songs are lame Bullying the jukebox because it's fun, you can't get near it until we're done Bullying the jukebox because