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Come hell or high water |
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The former asked the latter |
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Oh how it starts |
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The sun makes it surrender |
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That's when we make our move across the earth |
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So I pull myself together |
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I threw my finest shoes inside my car |
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The mark I left on this world |
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Was cigarette butts thrown across the floor |
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The mark I left upon the world |
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Was cigarette butts thrown across the floor |
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I cut my teeth on rock and roll |
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Down silver streets and avenues of gold |
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The boys we know of Illinois |
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Your voices are still ringing in my ears |
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The vultures have descended on |
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The undefended powders on the mirror |
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I will follow you |
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I will follow you |
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I will follow you |
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Wherever you will go |
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All I can say in defense |
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Is maybe we should have taken the chance |
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I guess you were right |
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Gimme gimme gimme gimme some more |
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Of those household drugs that we can afford |
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The boys and girls relentlessly |
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Are screaming from their lungs, they go |
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Gimme gimme gimme gimme some more |
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Of those household drugs that we can afford |
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The boys and girls relentlessly |
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Make beeline exits for the streets |
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For the company of the ones we keep |
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All I can say in defense |
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Is maybe we should have taken the chance |
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I guess you were right |
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All that we can defend lately |
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All that I can change with the wind |
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Maybe it's time |
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Maybe it's time |
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Maybe it's time |
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Maybe it's time |
