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Jaguar Love |
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Take Me To The Sea |
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Highways Of Gold |
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And everybody knows, knows, knows |
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The highway comes so high |
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Past the skeleton crows, crows, crows |
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Pecking at the scenic eyes |
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And if you try and never look down |
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You pass the spot connecting the gods |
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And if you try and never look back |
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You pass the vine of goshen's pack - me. |
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And the skeleton rose |
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They all backs of knives |
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Watching those luminous rows |
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Tying knots in the sky |
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And we were singing... |
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Highways of gold, where do they go? |
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Soft dripping rows, I filled 'em down with gold |
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And everybody knows, knows, knows |
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That Bobby's gonna die |
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The way that skeleton rose, rose, rose |
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Is always getting him high |
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And if you go, wasting on the sun |
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With your smile and his back room bars |
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Waving goodbye, to us on the ground, |
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screaming goodbye with fluorescent charm |
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And everybody knows, knows, knows |
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The highway comes so high-igh-igh |
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Past the skeleton crows, crows, crows |
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On those towers of dime |
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And we were singing... |
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Ahh, ahh, ahh |
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Highways of gold, where do they go? |
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Soft dripping rows, I filled 'em down with gold |
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Highways of gold, where do they go? |
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Soft dripping rows, I filled 'em down with gold |
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Highways of gold, where do they go? |
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Soft dripping rows, I filled 'em down with gold |
