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There's a doubt |
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Like a plague |
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Burning down skyscrapers |
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In my brain |
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She says she knows everything |
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Except my name |
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We saw the ocean from the East coast |
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Coming for Coney Island |
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And all the freak-show ghosts |
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There's nothing to it, she said |
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Put her hands against the midnight sky |
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The summer that Elvis died |
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There was a feast of hearts |
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This little world was ours |
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And on that radio played |
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A song with your name |
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I took the wheel with one hand |
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And drove through the Rockies |
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Without a plan |
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I kissed the dust from your lips |
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Then you kissed the Rio Grand |
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We saw the rivers and the black seas |
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Somewhere in Arizona |
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Was a Joshua tree |
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She said she loved me |
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What was I supposed to believe? |
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There was a feast of hearts |
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This little world was ours |
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And on that radio played |
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A song with your name |
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There was nothing to say |
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So I said something wrong |
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When there's something to lose, |
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Someone else to beat upon |
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There was nothing to say |
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Nothing to say |
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What took so long? |
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There was a feast of hearts |
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This little world was ours |
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And on that radio played |
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A song with your name |
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There was a feast of hearts |
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This little world was ours |
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And on that radio played |
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A song with your name |
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A song with your name |
