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Hey, let him follow you down |
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Way underground wind and he's bound |
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Bound to follow you down |
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Just a dead beat right off the street |
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Bound to follow you down |
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Well, the ballrooms and smelly bordellos |
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Dressing rooms filled with parasites |
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On the stage the band has got problems |
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They're a bag of nerves on first night |
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He ain't tied down to no home town |
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Yeah, and he thought he was reckless |
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He thinks he's bad, he thinks you're mad |
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Yeah, and the guitar player gets restless |
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His coat is torn and frayed |
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It's seen much better days |
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Just long as the guitar plays |
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Let it steal your heart away |
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Steal your heart away |
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His coat is torn and frayed |
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It's seen much better days |
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Just long as the guitar plays |
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Let it steal your heart away |
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Joe's got a cough, sounds kind of rough |
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Yeah, let the codeine to fix it |
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Doctor prescribes, drug store supplies |
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Who's gonna help him to kick it? |
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His coat is torn and frayed |
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It's seen much better days |
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Just long as the guitar plays |
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Let it steal your heart away |
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Steal your heart away, steal your heart away |
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Just long as the guitar plays |
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Just long as the guitar plays |
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Just long as the guitar plays |
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Just long as the guitar plays |
