He hit the ground running,
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At the speed of light.
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The star was brightly shining,
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Like a neon light.
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It's your favorite son.
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It's your favorite son.
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A fixture on the talkshows,
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To the silver screen.
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From here to Colorado,
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He's a sex machine.
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It's your favorite son.
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It's your favorite son.
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But isn't it a drag?
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Isn't it a drag?
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Isn't it a drag?
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It's pretty bloody sad,
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but isn't it a drag?
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A clean-cut All-American,
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Really ain't so clean.
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His royal auditorium,
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Is a murder scene.
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It's your favorite son.
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It's your favorite son.
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Oh, isn't it a drag?
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Isn't it a drag?
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Isn't it a drag?
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It's pretty bloody sad,
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but isn't it a drag?
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[Bridge]
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Well no one says it's fair.
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Turn a teenage lush,
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To a millionaire.
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Now where's your fuckin' champion?
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On a bed you laid.
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He's not the All-American,
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That you thought you paid.
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It's your favorite son.
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It's your favorite son.
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But isn't it a drag?
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Favorite Son
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| Green Day |
