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I'm Not Exactly A Guy Who Makes New Friends Easily.

Eddie Waited 'til He Finished High School, He Went To Hollywood, Got A Tattoo.

There Was No Use Pretending, No Magic Left To Hear, All The Music Gave Me Was A Craving For Lite Beer.

I Like A Good Beer. Of Course, I'll Drink A Bad One Too. Let No Person Thirst For Lack Of Real Ale! Thank God For Long-necked Bottles, The Angel's Remedy.

God, It's So Painful When Something That's So Close Is Still So Far Out Of Reach.