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From the Album:* |
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To the hilt |
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You wann try – wanna fly |
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Right through the needles eye |
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Wanna be chilled – wanna be thrilled |
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Press your luck right to the hilt |
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Hey boy – quit that stare |
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Get out – a – grandpa's rockin' chair |
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How about raisin' hell – lets see if we |
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Outdo ourselves. |
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One day you'll be tied and gagged |
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Your head upon the railroad track |
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The rail's hummin' – there's a train-a-comin' |
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I'm sure your last thought's full of regret |
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Before the wheels roll across your neck |
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Why didn't |
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I do this? |
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How come I didn't do that? |
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I could be out there – paintin' towns red |
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SweatMaybe |
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I'll wake up in bed |
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No boy! This is it… |
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You should've used |
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A bit more wit. |
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Get out there ÂÂ'n dig in deep |
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Stay wide awake when you're asleep |
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Who wants to compromise – when every |
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Second hour flies |
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Set the time on half past tilt |
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For making love right to the hilt |
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One day you'll be buried |
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Up to your elbows in the sand. |
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And there's honey glowin' |
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Down your cheeks it's flowing |
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You'll find some time to reflect |
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Before the ants are crawling over your head |
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Why didn't |
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I do this?! |
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How come I didn't do that … |
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Is this a dream that's gone bad? |
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Maybe I'll just wake up in bed … |
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To the hilt – is that what you said???? |