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Bitterness becomes you It goes well with your hair Just like your sister's earrings Or that funny little shirt you wear Now you're holding parties For the ghosts of a burgess page Connoisseur, butterfly collector You're a living legend in your head You're so hot You're so cold You're so rock'n'roll You're so close Too close Go, go if you want It's okay Stay if you must I don't care anyway I'm gonna move on I'm gonna move on I'm gonna move on out Star-struck on quaaludes A poet on a stake A substation A pulp fiction You just never got the hang of it You've been bought And sold But you still don't know About rock'n'roll You're too close Too close Go, go if you want It's okay Stay if you must I don't care anyway I'm gonna move on I'm gonna move on I'm gonna move on out Take a letter mr. jones Close the door, unplug the phones And if anyone should ask you Tell them i'm not at home Oh no, i'm digging up rock'n'roll And you're close, so close (shoop shoop, rock'n'roll) (shoop shoop, shoop shoop) I don't care anyway... I'm moving right on...