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Very little knew he about love |
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In and out clubs grow vanes out in his days |
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His world is filled with sayings |
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Fender Roll & Roll |
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And four five drills is dead |
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Where do you go to |
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When you're high in+the morning |
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When you're passing the good+times by |
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Yes Where do you go+to |
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When you're high in+the morning |
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When you're passing the good+times by |
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Just work as your music |
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The music is the cause he smiles and talks |
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Illusions are yor masters |
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While you're being someone elses second thoughts |
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Where do you go to |
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When you're high in+the morning |
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When you're passing the good+times by |
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Yes Where do you go+to |
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When you're high in+the morning |
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When you're passing the good+times by |
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Your face is edged with appealing |
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You want the world to wrap you in its arms |
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But beneath you're ever concealing |
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There's an awful blues tearing you apart. |
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Where do you go to |
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When you're high in the+morning |
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When you're passing the good+times by |
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Yes Where do you go+to |
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When you're high in the+morning |
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When you're passing the good+times by |
