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I got a desolation angel, head bangin' life lover |
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She got no money, rich with soul undercover |
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Gypsy mama, footloose and fancy free |
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Cold red win front seat of a Chevy with me |
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Since then I've seen her ridin' on the wind with my friend |
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I'm on a paintrain, she put the tracks on my brain |
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Painful locomotive |
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I'm on the paintrain, I got my sane on a chain |
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Can't you see it comin', comin' |
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Harlequin romantic, princess lady |
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She's had her heart kicked in just too many times |
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Cupid's too busy, lady's never Lizzy, baby's never dizzy |
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When she was lovin' me she never seemed to get out of line |
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Since then I've caught her hidin' commitin' the sin |
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I'm on a paintrain, she put the tracks on my brain |
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Painful locomotive |
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I'm on the paintrain, I got my sane on a chain |
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Can't you see it comin', comin' |
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I can tell by your walkin', people start talkin' |
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Sayin' that your love is free |
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But I don't listen, just keep reminiscing |
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Call me when you're lonely |
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Paintrain |
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Paintrain |
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Paintrain |
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Paintrain |
