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I keep my four eyes on the road, man |
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Protect the load, man, the mother load |
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I keep my four eyes on the road, man |
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I'm getting old, man, |
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I'm getting old |
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Street perfect cat, ladyfingers |
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There in the smoke she lingers |
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I keep a list of all the lies told |
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So I can know which |
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I bought or sold |
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They put my head down and perceive me |
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I'm getting old, man, |
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I'm getting old |
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Street perfect cat, ladyfingers |
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There in the smoke she lingers |
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Things are not the way |
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I thought that they would be but |
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I don't care |
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There is no place like this anywhere |
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Nowhere, nowhere, nowhere |
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Street perfect cat, ladyfingers |
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There in the smoke she lingers |
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And this is not the way |
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I hope that it would be but |
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I don't care |
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There is no place like this anywhere |
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Nowhere, nowhere, nowhere, nowhere |
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I should be rolling along |
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I should be rolling along |
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I should be rolling along |
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I should be rolling along |
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I should be rolling along |
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I should be rolling along |
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Ladyfinger, ladyfinger, ladyfinger |
