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Spend my life making out in a limousine |
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Checking out all the bars and the mezzanines |
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Won't someone throw me a line |
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Let me out let me make it this time |
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Cocaine, back on the road again. |
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Strung out in Boston, blown out of Maine |
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Another city but they all just look the same |
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Hand me down my backstage pass |
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Another gig and it's another blast |
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Cocaine, oh yeah. |
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Cocaine, back on the road again |
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Cocaine, back on the road again. |
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Another flight delayed, it's a drag, got the jetlag blues |
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Checking sound, sleeping round, union house, face in the news |
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Pack my bags and I'm on my way |
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I'm working out on a twelve bar day |
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Cocaine, oh yeah, back on the road again. |
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Cocaine, back on the road again |
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Cocaine, back on the road again. |
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Well, I've been out on the road and it seems like years |
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And it looks as if it ain't gonna end |
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LA on a Sunday, New York on a Monday |
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And I think I've got a touch of the bends |
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Won't someone throw me a line |
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Let me out, let me make it this time |
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Cocaine, aaah ... |
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Cocaine, back on the road again |
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Cocaine, back on the road again, aah ... |
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Cocaine, back on the road again |
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Back on the road again |
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Back on the road again. |