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From the album THE LONGEST ROAD (1980). |
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People get a little to loose. They forget, they abuse. |
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Well, people get a little too tight, and it ain't right. |
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You're in your car, driving too fast. You're pushing hard, just trying to get past. |
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Oh and they just don't care about the little white lies. Yeah, they'll unwind. |
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Oh, I don't know if it's wrong or it's right. Oh, I only know the feeling tonight. |
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Too loose, too tight. Where is the light? |
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You're in your house, just trying to be cool. The radio's on by the swimming pool. |
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Oh and your people get, say you're a-movin' to slow. Now where do you go? |
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Stars, they only try to come out at night. [And wars that no one ever wants to fight?] |
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Too loose, too tight. Where is my light? Where is my light? |
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Oh, you're in a bad way. You know I can hear you call. |
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Ah the shadow's great, the rain is about to fall. |
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Oh and you try to rest, too much to beat it all. Lose it all. |
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Stars, they only try to come out at night. [And wars that no one ever wants to fight?] |
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Too loose, too tight. Where is the light? Stars . . . |
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Stars, they only want to come out at night. Stars, they only come to fill up the night. Stars, stars. |
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Stars, they only want to come out at night. Stars, they only come to fill up the night. Stars, stars. |