| There’s a band that’s living in LA,
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| But they never get to play,
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| They just work at jobs all day.
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| But their plan is to follow us around,
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| As we go from town to town,
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| They’re copying our sound.
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| And at the House of Blues in
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| West Hollywood,
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| They’re taking notes from the back row
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| And they’re listening good.
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| All you bands who are studying our grooves,
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| And stealing all our truths,
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| And copying all our moves,
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| I know your plan is to follow us around,
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| As we go from town to town,
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| You’re copying our sound.
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| And at the House of Blues in
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| West Hollywood,
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| You’re taking notes from the back row
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| Now listen good.
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| All you bands who are studying our grooves,
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| And stealing all our truths,
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| And copying all our moves,
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| I know your plan is to follow us around,
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| As we go from town to town,
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| You’re copying our sound.
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| you’re copying our sound.
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| You’re copying our sound.
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| you’re copying our sound.
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| You’re copying our sound. |