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Looking out the window, staring at the road |
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Doesn't really matter, which way to go |
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Everything is changing, nothing ever seems, |
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To stay the same |
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Violins and Tambourines, n' candy canes and magazines |
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Preachers sermons on the streets |
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I killed a man but is life is cheap they say |
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Stopped on the way home, side of the road |
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met her at the drug store saving peoples souls |
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she offered me redemption, take a drink instead if thats ok |
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Violins and Tambourines, n' candy canes and magazines |
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Preachers sermons on the streets |
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I killed a man but is life is cheap they say |
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Violins and Tambourines, n' candy canes and magazines |
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Preachers sermons on the streets |
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I killed a man but is life is cheap |
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Violins and Tambourines n' children sing songs in the street |
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Innocence is under rated, knock me out i'll be sedated |
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Violins and Tambourines and how many drums in unity |
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Teach yourself romance or pay it, every time we meet you |
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wants to save me |
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she wants to save me |
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Can't she save me |
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Won't ya save me |
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Oh yeah |
