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Feeling easy on the outside |
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But not so funny on the inside |
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Feel the sound, pray for rain |
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For this is the night we ride |
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This ain't the garden of eden |
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There ain't no angels above |
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And things ain't like what they used to be |
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And this ain't the summer of love |
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Lock all your doors from the outside |
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The key will dangle by the inside |
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You may begin to understand |
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That this is the night we ride |
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This ain't the garden of eden |
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There ain't no angels above |
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And things ain't like what they used to be |
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And this ain't the summer of love |
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On the night we ride...this ain't the summer of love. |
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This ain't the garden of eden |
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There ain't no angels above |
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And things ain't like what they used to be |
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And this ain't the summer of love |
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This ain't the summer, this ain't, this ain't |
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This ain't the summer of love |
