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There's a light on the corner |
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It says I'd wish you'd come in |
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Unless you've got a place to go |
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So through the lines on the left |
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I can't hear what you say |
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All I hear are the tom tom drums |
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There's a drive by the lake |
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Where the fields get white |
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With the smell of the drum |
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Through the lights there's a calm |
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That I wish you could see |
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But we've got to go go go |
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We never played it right |
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And we'll never play it right |
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There's some lins in the songs |
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That I never get tight |
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I can't rely on the good past leads |
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Like every man there's a calm |
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That I wish |
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I could see |
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But we've got to go go go |
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We never played it right |
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And we'll never play it right |
