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Written by bob welch. |
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The swamp is getting deeper all the time |
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And the faces that i see don't seem to shine |
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Now there's too much warhol hanging off the wall |
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And the mystery that there used to be is gone |
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Let me go |
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Miles away |
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Let me ride |
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Just miles away |
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Don't wanna know |
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I'm not gonna miss it much |
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Gonna be drivin' once again |
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Don juan goes up in a cloud of smoke |
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And all those hare krishnas turned out to be a joke |
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And it's restless, restless, restless all the time |
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Slidin' up and down the surface of this life |
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Now i know that i can't say what's black and white |
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But if i could fly i think i'd try tonight |
