It’s not the cowboys that are missing anymore
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That problem was already old in '94
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Don’t be offended, this might seem a little wrong
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Where have all the gay guys gone?
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And to the romance when I was 14 years old
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And to my heroes that were dressed up in gold
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Only hoping one day I could be so bold
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Where have all the gay guys gone?
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If we are all in the gutter
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It doesn’t change who we are
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‘Cause some of us in the gutter
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Are looking up at the stars
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So tell me
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Where have all the good guys
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Where have all the good guys
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Where have all the good guys gone?
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Thank you Rufus, thank you Auden and James Dean
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Thank you Emerson and Bowie for my dreams
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Wilfred Owen, Kinsey, Whitman and Rimbaud
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Thank you Warhol, thank you patience, thank you Porter and Cocteau
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If we are all in the gutter
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It doesn’t change who we are
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‘Cause some of us in the gutter
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Are looking up at the stars
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So tell me
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Where have all the good guys
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Where have all the good guys
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Where have all the good guys gone?
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If we are all in the gutter
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It doesn’t change who we are
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‘Cause some of us in the gutter
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Are looking up at the stars
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So tell me
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Where have all the good guys
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Where have all the good guys
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Where have all the good guys gone?
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It’s not the cowboys that are missing anymore
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That problem was already old in '94
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Don’t be offended, this might seem a little wrong
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Where have all the good guys gone? |