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    Bobby, saturday night the arcade lights all burn so bright
    Bobby, quarter in the box, you buy another try to beat the clocks

    You try to do what your momma tells you all the time
    You try to do what your teacher says but you fall behind
    You try to do what your friends want where do you draw the line
    Oh, bobby

    Bobby, puppet on a string, feelin' like a bird with broken wings
    And bobby, your growin' up scared, wired to your own electric chair

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    Yeah you've got questions no one ever hears
    Ten thousand voices filling up your ears
    But you know life is more than it appears
    Oh, bobby

    Bobby, saturday night the arcade lights all burn so bright
    Oh bobby, your friends all say just take another hit and fly away

    Another video soldier in a foreign land
    Watch those electrons march at your command
    That pistol grip feels so warm in your hand
    Oh, bobby

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    Composition: Loyd Boldman

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