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You know I love to make a connection |
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I love to conspire in steel |
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And you know I love to write good rock songs honey |
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That's all good and real |
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I was born and I cried |
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I lived the dirty live and I died on fire |
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And so slow |
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But I could get used to this |
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I used to be friends with rich kids |
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But all they talked about was me |
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Cause I was looking for a date on the corner |
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Like a foghorn shouting in the breeze |
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And I beg on a club |
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I spear the very strengh to look down |
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In case your into |
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But I could get used to this |
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(whistle) |
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I find I grew a leg in Thailand |
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Marotting on a Tiflis flu |
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Cause i was stering up the face in Nashville |
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Where the plots don't care 'bout what you do |
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I was born and I cried |
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I lived the dirty live and I died on fire |
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And so slow |
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But I could get used to this |
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Dark faced flies |
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Would kill to survive |
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Hydrogen tigers too |
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When your in doubt simply even it out now |
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What does that say about you? |
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I was lying by a sunny window |
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Forning on a stormy sea |
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I was calling you to find some codeans |
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hoping you know what I mean |
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I was born and I cried |
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I lived the dirty live and I died on fire |
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And so slow |
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But I could get used to this |
