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Guns N' Roses
Guns N' Roses


Background information
Origin Los Angeles, California, USA
Genre(s) Hard Rock
Heavy Metal
Years active 1985—present
Label(s) Geffen Records
UZI Suicide
Associated acts Velvet Revolver
Hollywood Rose
Neurotic Outsiders
Praxis
Road Crew
Slash's Snakepit
Website Website
Members
Axl Rose
Ron "Bumblefoot" Thal
DJ Ashba
Richard Fortus
Tommy Stinson
Dizzy Reed
Chris Pitman
Frank Ferrer



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Guns N' Roses Lyrics

"One In A Million" lyrics



1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4
(Whistle) 
Guess I needed sometime to get away 
I needed some piece of mind 
Some piece of mind that'll stay 
So I thumbed it down to Sixth and L.A. 
Maybe a Greyhound could be my way 

Police and Niggers, that's right 
Get out of my way 
Don't need to buy none of your 
Gold chains today 
I don't need no bracelets 
Clamped in front of my back 
Just need my ticket; 'til then 
Won't you cut me some slack? 

You're one in a million 
Yeah, that's what you are 
You're one in a million, babe 
You're a shooting star 
Maybe someday we'll see you 
Before you make us cry 
You know we tried to reach you 
But you were much too high 
Much too high, much too high 
Much too high, yes, ow! 

Immigrants and fagets 
They make no sense to me 
They come to our country 
And think they'll do as they please 
Like start some mini Iran 
Or spread some fuckin' disease 
They talk so many goddamn ways 
It's all Greek to me 

Well some say I'm lazy 
And others say that's just me 
Some say I'm crazy 
I guess I'll always be 
But it's been such a long time 
Since I knew right from wrong 
It's all the means to an end, I 
I keep it movin' along 

You're one in a million 
Oo, you're a shooting star 
You're one in a million, babe 
You know that you are 
Maybe someday we'll see you, oo 
Oh, Before you make us cry 
You know we tried to reach you 
But you were much too high 
Much too high, Oo, much too high 
Yeah, 
Much too high, huh, no, no, oh 
Ow! 

Radicals and Racists 
Don't point your finger at me 
I'm a small town white boy 
Just tryin' to make ends meet 
Don't need your religion 
Don't watch that much T.V. 
Just makin' my livin', baby 
Well that's enough for me 

You're one in a million 
Yeah that's what you are 
You're one in a million, babe 
You're a shooting star 
Maybe someday we'll see you 
Before you make us cry 
You know we tried to reach you 
But you were much too high 
Much too high, ow, much too high 
Much too high, much too high 
Yeah, yeee, yeah, yeee, igh! 
Ow! Much too high 
(Oh, much too high, ah, 
much too high, ah, much too high 
much too high, ow, much too high)

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