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Well I'm waitin' for something to take place |
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Something to take me away from this race |
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'Round city to city, town to town |
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Runnin' around in the shoes of a clown |
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And that desperate, no count, desperado |
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A thief of love, my business is the street |
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I be shakin' 'em down in old Colorado |
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Texas she's nice, but Georgia's oh so sweet |
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Steal away with me darlin', your lovin' just can't be beat |
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So it seems that the world keeps on turnin' but so what |
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I don't doubt it, it just keeps on the move |
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You're a dream and that's all that I ask for |
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So well now, I'm wonderin' just how I'm gonna tell it to you |
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Skin it back |
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Somethin' real, somethin' to feel |
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I can't find a soul who'll take on this mess |
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It's those rock and roll hours, early graves without flowers |
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Please, please darlin' put my mind at rest |
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I'm beggin' please darlin' put my mind at rest |
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So it seems that the world keeps on turnin' but so what |
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I don't doubt it, it just keeps on the move |
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You're a dream and that's all that I ask for |
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So well now, I'm wonderin' just how I'm gonna tell it to you |
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Skin it back, tell it to you |
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Skin it back, tell it to you |
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Skin it back, tell it to you |
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Skin it back, tell it to you |
