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Driving the highway with nothing to do |
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Future fading away |
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The stereo is pumping |
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Metallica tunes |
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Ride the lightning, oh yeah |
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The car might be stolen,my clothes smell like dirt |
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Born to ramble and play |
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Play with fire, drunk and denial |
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Always in for a fight |
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I've been in the dark side (of) town |
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They are bringing me in |
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They called me |
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The Wild Rover of |
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Hell I'm fighting for nickels and a dime, for the rules |
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I always break |
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See the blood |
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I've split, |
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I'll still be the haunted |
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Stitching my wounds like |
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Rambo, for fanden |
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Damage complete and done |
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Some had better and some had worse |
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Walk a mile in quicksand |
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Spending the last bucks on whiskey and beers |
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Oh how clever |
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I am The dice keeps on tumbling, my will still unbroken |
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But how long will it last |
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I've been in the dark side (of) town |
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They are bringing me in |
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They called me |
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The Wild Rover of |
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Hell I'm fighting for nickels and a dime, for the rules |
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I always break |
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See the blood |
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I've split, |
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I'll still be the haunted |
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I'm fighting them all big or small, my friend |
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Just show me the dollars |
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I end up losing it all again |
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Repeating the story |
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Driving the highway with nothing to do |
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Future fading away |
|
The stereo is pumping |
|
Metallica tunes |
|
Ride the lightning, oh yeah |
|
The car might be stolen,my clothes smell like dirt |
|
Born to ramble and play |
|
Play with fire, drunk and denial |
|
Always in for a fight |
|
I've been in the dark side (of) town |
|
They are bringing me in |
|
They called me |
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The Wild Rover of |
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Hell I'm fighting for nickels and a dime, for the rules |
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I always break |
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See the blood |
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I've split, |
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I'll still be the haunted |