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I gotta thousand bits of paper all spinning in my head |
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I hope I see you later |
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I can't remember what you said. |
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Something about keeping the grip keeping it tight before |
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I lose control |
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I gotta rock and roll tonight |
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I got way too many questions there all waiting on my call |
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I'm losing my direction |
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I'm dropping every ball got to find some color |
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These working shoes are getting too darn tight |
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I gotta loosen up |
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I gotta rock and roll tonight. |
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Well you're bleeding for the money but you never pay it back. |
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Pressure gage is screaming and the face is starting to crack. |
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This ain't no way to live |
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Lord you know this kinda life ain't right. |
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Before I lose control |
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I gotta rock and roll tonight. |