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"My gaurdian angel wears a hard hat," |
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Said the boy with the microphone |
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"Else, I wouldn't be standing here today |
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Ever since I was a young a boy |
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I couldn't leave well enough alone |
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Always trouble standing in my way |
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Up, down, anywhere but in the middle |
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Off the wagon, under the wheel again |
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All or nothing - never could do just alittle |
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Never could leave it alone |
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Got to ride that rocking horse |
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Hard living be the death of me |
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Lead me to an early grave |
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To die in the saddle must be my destiny |
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But to ride this rocking horse I must be crazed |
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Good clean fun is just my imagination |
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Down and dirty that's the way the game is played |
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This hard life has caused me aggravation |
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Never could leave it alone |
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Got to ride that rocking horse |
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Can't leave it alone |
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Got to ride that rocking horse |