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Rocked Out of Style
With an electric guitar in my hand
The stage set up for my next performance
I felt lonely standing alone
Waiting for the others to arrive
After miles of traveling I wanted to win
Be first in class along my fellow mates
Suddenly lights turned on blinding me
And my people came to play the song
As the song fade after reaching the end
The music died down giving away to cheers
The crowd applauded and whistled their approval
Our band took the crown for rookie of the year
Years passed by I returned to the spot
Remembering what it felt like to take first spot
The empty stage loomed ahead
Just waiting for me to play the electric guitar again
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