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My heart is always on the line |
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I've traveled all kinds of places |
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The song is always the same |
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Got lonesome fuel for fire |
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Got 45s to play at night |
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Got books to spend with every weekend |
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The story's always the same |
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Got lonesome fuel for fire |
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Fuel for fire, a bitter ending |
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to a sweet, sweet day |
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Fuel for fire, the sour note inside |
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the orchestra wail |
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Fuel for fire, the uncomfortable pulses |
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between famous last words |
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Fuel for fire, missing persons |
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in a small, small world |
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I dug beneath the wall of sound |
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I ended up back where I started |
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The song is always the same |
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Got lonesome fuel for fire |
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And so my heart is always on the line |
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I've traveled all kinds of places |
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The story's always the same |
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Got lonesome fuel for fire |
