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When he first hit the scene, we knew he was hot.
"This whole town's after him.
We want what he's got!"
He's got something that you can't describe:
It's something you can't see.
It's presence, it's charisma, it's a mystery.

Now, we've all been to
every rock club in this town.
As soon as they open up,
in a few months, they close down.
Bad management and business deals
of which we will not speak.
But you can only go to Gabe's
so many times a week.

We all know he's out there.
He says he's miles from nowhere.
He's gonna bust the scene wide open.
He's waitin' for the big one:
that recording contract.
And while he's waitin, you know we're all hopin'

That when it finally comes,
he'll remember his friends.
Maybe he'll buy us cars
and help us pay the rent.
He's got something that you can't describe.
It's something you can't see.
It's presence, it's charisma, it's a mystery...

The Rest is History

(for Pete)