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Everyday I lay in a bed |
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Everyday I lay in a bed of needles |
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Oh, the summer, the sun and the sky |
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Oh, the summer, the sun and the sky, deep and blue |
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They say it's time to die, they say you better try |
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Others make their connections |
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Some people wanna fight, some people wanna get by |
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Others stuck with addiction |
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And in my head |
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I'm going southbound |
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And somehow |
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I don't feel the same |
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And in my head |
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I'm going southbound |
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And somehow |
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I don't feel the same |
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Feel the same, [Incomprehensible] |
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They say it's time to die, they say you better try |
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Can't you make your connection |
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You feel the needle bite, walk on the other side |
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You are stuck with addiction |
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And in my head |
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I'm going southbound |
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And somehow |
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I don't feel the same6:15, rattles all my bones |
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At 65 your motor groans |
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Whatever it takes to get it done |
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You take your time but you hurry up |
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You hurry up |
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Everyday I lay in a bed of needles |
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And in my head |
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I'm going southbound |
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And somehow |
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I don't feel the same |
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And in my head |
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I'm going southbound |
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And somehow |
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I don't feel the same |
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Feel the same, [Incomprehensible] |
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Everyday I lay in a bed of needles |
