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When i was a boy, |
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I thought it just came to ya' |
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But i never could tell what's mine |
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So it didn't matter anyway |
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My only pride and joy |
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Was this racket down here |
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Bangin' on an old guitar |
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And singin' what i had to say |
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I always thought our house was haunted |
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But nobody said boo to me |
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I never did get what i wanted |
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Now i get what i need |
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It's been a slow turnin' |
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From the inside out |
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A slow turnin' |
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But you come about |
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Slow learnin' |
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But you learn to sway |
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A slow turnin' baby |
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Not fade away |
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Now i'm in my car |
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I got the radio on |
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I'm yellin' at the kids in the back seat |
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'cause they're bangin' like charlie watts |
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You think you've come so far |
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In this one horse town |
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Then she's laughin' that crazy laugh |
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'cause you haven't left the parkin' lot |
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Time is short and here's the damn thing about it |
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You're gonna die, gonna die for sure |
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And you can learn to life with love or without it |
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But there ain't no cure |
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There's just a... |
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