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When I was fifteen I found a friend We'd play for hours and hours Turned up on ten The walls would shake The neighbors scream They were just rowdy fans In my rockin' dream Up in my bedroom Up on the walls Posters of rock gods Ace, Gene and Paul Pose in the mirror A power chord Metal militia My six string sword I know I'll never get out of this bar I know I'll always drive a funky car But I don't need to be no superstar 'Cause I still get to wail on my guitar So now I'm older I work each day But when I'm done with work I get to play I'm not a rockstar