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All these rocky mountains |
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to play five songs and drink some more and fall asleep. |
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Getting taped by locals. |
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Don't have the nerve to ask for food and die of thirst |
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in the backseats of rented rigs. |
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Let's hope these wheels got what it takes to carry us home. |
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Backdrops made of denim, |
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t-shirts salesmen, and the followers it brings. |
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Single package systems. |
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Soul VJs said you know the riot that that brings. |
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I wanna turn all your dancefloors |
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into a burning inferno of ba-ba. |
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I play the piano |
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and I play the guitar. |
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I've played it on clubs |
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and I've played it in bars. |
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I visit your cities |
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and I've slept on your floors. |
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I borrowed your swings |
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and I've heard your hardcore. |
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All the scores of the C |
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To the A of the youth of today. |
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And it's beautiful. |
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Still, I can't get enough of it. |
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Did you see me eating Frosteds from the fridge? |
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And the rice cookies you never ate |
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were all gone when you went into the kitchen. |