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On the black rock is where I spend my time |
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Writing a memory or writing a rhyme |
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Thinking about what is right or wrong |
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On the black rock is where I like to go |
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After a long night coming home from a show |
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And that's where I write my song, all day long, the black rock |
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Sometimes I just look around |
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To take in the feeling coming out from the ground |
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But that's just something I do sometimes |
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And then I just come out the door |
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To take in the wind coming off of the shore |
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And that's just what I'm doing tonight |
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On the black rock is where I spend my time |
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Writing a memory or writing a rhyme |
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Thinking about what is right or wrong |
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On the black rock is where I like to go |
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After a long night coming home from a show |
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And that's where I write my song, all day long, the black rock |
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And when you are on your own |
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Not speaking out is like fighting alone |
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And that is the worst damn way to fight |
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And when you are scared no more |
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Reach your hand out and just open the door |
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And that's just what I'm doing tonight |
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On the black rock is where I spend my time |
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Writing a memory or writing a rhyme |
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Thinking about what is right or wrong |
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On the black rock is where I like to go |
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After a long night coming home from a show |
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And that's where I write my song, all day long, the black rock |
