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There's rows and rows of houses |
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With windows painted blue |
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With the light from the TV |
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Running parallel to you |
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But there is no sunken treasure |
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Rumored to be |
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Wrapped inside my ribs |
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In a sea black with ink |
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I am so out of tune with you |
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I am so out of tune with you |
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If I had a mountain |
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I'd try to fold it over |
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If I had a boat |
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You know, I'd probably roll over |
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And I'd leave it on the shore |
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I'd leave it for somebody |
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Surely there's somebody |
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Who needs it more than me |
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I am so out of tune with you |
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I am so out of tune with you |
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For all the leaves will burn |
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And autumn fires and then return |
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For all the fires we burn |
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All will return |
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Music is my savior |
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And I was maimed by rock and roll |
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I was maimed by rock and roll |
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I was tamed by rock and roll |
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I got my name from rock and roll |
