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You ever heard the story of |
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Mr. Faded |
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Glory?Say he who rides a pony must someday fall |
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Talkin' to my alter, life is what you make it |
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And if you make it death well rest your soul away |
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Away, away yeah child |
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It's a broken kind of feeling |
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She'd have to tie me to the ceiling |
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A bad moon's a comin' better say your prayers child |
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I wanna tell that |
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I love you but does it really matter you? |
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I just can't stand to see you dragging down again |
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Again my baby |
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I'm here, oh yeah, so |
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I'm singing |
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And this is my kinda love |
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It's the kind that moves on |
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It's the kind that leaves me alone |
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Yes it does |
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And this is my kinda love |
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It's the kind that moves on |
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It's the kind that leaves me alone |
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I uses to treat you like a lady |
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Now you're a substitute teacher |
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This bottle's not a pretty, not a pretty sight |
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I owe the man some money so |
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I'm turnin' over honey |
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You see Mr. |
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Faded Glory is once again doin' time |
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And this is my kinda love |
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It's the kind that moves on |
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It's the kind that leaves me alone |
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Yes it does |
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And this is my kinda love |
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It's the kind that moves on |
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It's unkind that, it's unkind that |
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It leave me alone |
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Like a crown of thorns |
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It's all who you know, yeah |
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So don't burn your bridges woman' |
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Cause someday, yeah |
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Kick it, oh yeah |
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And this is my kinda love |
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It's the kind that moves on |
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It's the kind that leaves me alone, yeah |
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This is my kinda love |
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It's the kind that moves on |
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It's the kind that |
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It's the kind that, yeah, yeah |
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Baby I said, "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon yeah" |
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I said," Baby don't burn your bridges woman"[Incomprehensible] |
