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RANCID |
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MEMPHIS |
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I've lived my whole life, made mistakes, |
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From the get go, |
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Street kid from the start, right, no regrets though, |
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I do what I want, yeah, cuz I said so, |
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No sleep for the wicked, right? No, bet no. |
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Rollin' with the punk rockers, |
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I ain't lying, |
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Fake guns, fake bands, |
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Fake punk, I ain't buying, |
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Hit the road, |
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All I know, |
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Rock and roll ain't dying, about fifteen deep, |
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We hit the streets low ridin. |
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By the time we made it to New Orleans, |
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It must have been half past three. |
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By the time we made it to Memphis, |
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We were crazy. |
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Tonight, you're our blanket, |
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And you're gonna keep us warm |
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Tonight, protect us from the storm. |
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Huge black clouds and troubled |
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Time's they're a comin' round |
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Oh Lord, let me go through another round |
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Tuesday night is when the storm's gonna settle down, |
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Had a glance, circumstance, |
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Stone cold, trouble bound, |
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She's the one, all alone, I come lookin', |
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Smoke and mirrors as I watch, |
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Aw, that girl was trippin', |
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It's no fun, lost again, |
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To have your heart broken, |
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Greed is from a world that is built on hustling. |
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By the time we made it to New Orleans, |
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It must have been half past three. |
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By the time we made it to Memphis, |
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We were crazy. |
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Tonight, you're our blanket, |
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And you're gonna keep us warm |
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Tonight, protect us from the storm. |
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Embrace the falling when they have failed, |
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Every road can lead ya straight down to fucking hell, |
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Embrace the falling when they have failed, |
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Now every road can take ya straight down to hell. |
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Don't want nothing here, everyone straight trippin, |
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Happier times, are gone, past starts slippin |
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This will be enough to keep me on the road livin, |
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Good every night, in a different city I'll be sleepin, |
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Let me know, here we go, met a girl named Lola, |
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Is she here? Is she there? Drinking Jack and cola, |
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She says, Tim, where ya been? I got somethin' to show ya, |
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Lola fired off her clothes and started rock and rollin! |
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By the time we made it to New Orleans, |
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It must have been half past three. |
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By the time we made it to Memphis, |
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We were crazy. |
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Tonight, you're our blanket, |
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And you're gonna keep us warm |
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Tonight, protect us from the storm |