In an old garage, 3 boys are playing,
Knowing someday they'll become men,
If their songs are good, and they keep on practicing
The same 3 chords, over and over again.
In an L.A. backlot, everyone's wondering,
"Our next movie, how should it end?"
Add more explosions - totally different.
But we've seen this one, over and over again.
And the night time finds a way to lead you on.
But the night time becomes the day before too long.
On the walk to school, she's power walking
Past the boys that drool, wondering when
Someone will notice her personality.
She's sick of school, over and over again.
In the afternoon, classes are cancelled.
A shy boy is nervous, so he waits, and then,
In the snow he tells her she looks like an angel,
For the seventh time today, over and over again.
And the night time finds a way to lead you on.
But the night time becomes the day before too long.
And the night time leaves you asking what went wrong.
But it's the right time to make amends before she's gone.
In the upstairs room, she stays up wondering,
"All that noise, when will it end?"
And the band below is making it hard for her
To get up and go, over and over again.
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