| Line | Song | Artist |
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| Now everyone can see, my true identity, I'm Kilroy, Kilroy, Kilroy, Kilroy. | |
| Thursday I Don't Care About you, it's (Name of Song) | |
| I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling, gotta make you understand | |
| And say 'Man what are you doing here?' | |
| You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave | |
| Staring down a bullet, let me make my final stand | |
| Whisper words of wisdom (Name of Song) | |
| It's what we're doing, doing, all day and night. | |
| Take my hand, we're off to never-never land. | |
| I wanna go, I wanna go, oh won't you please take me home? | |
| | Line | Song | Artist |
|---|
| And the county judge, who held a grudge, will search forever more. | |
| (Name of Song) hold on to the feeling, streetlights, people. | |
| And she's buying a (Name of Song) | |
| I found it hard, it's hard to find, oh well, whatever, nevermind. | |
| Is it tomorow, or just the end of time? | |
| Any way the wind blows... | |
| Sending out an S.O.S. (x6) | |
| Running as fast as they can, (Name of Song) lives again. | |
| (Name of Song) life with each other, sisters, brothers. | |
| Stand up and let's start showing, just where our lives are going to. | |
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