| «I was in a really dark place
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| I even thought of packing it in
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| But I just could not bring myself to do it
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| I met an old friend that I had a real connection with
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| And he saw my despair
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| He asked me if I’d like to play with him
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| And as we played I felt, slowly but surely, rock ‘n roll grabbed me by the neck,
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| and I, well…»
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| You are a man of impeccable taste
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| And you know when the X marks the spot
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| We all need a map for the trail of your thought
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| Where to go, well, the X marks the spot
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| You seem to have a misgiving
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| Hell yeah, you make a living
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| Don’t add bricks to what we’re heaving
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| We would so much
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| Rather enjoy the beach, beer and a fire
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| You think something somewhere
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| Has a copyright for the world
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| And you’ve signed where the X marks the spot
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| You join a cult, fill the void that you’ve got
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| Deep within where the X marks the spot
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| There you stand and talk and holler
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| How dark are all your colors
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| When you paint another sunrise
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| You leave out the sun
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| Birds like you fly straight to heaven, heaven
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| Or they slowly float away
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| How well do you know those you’re calling your own?
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| I mean… come on dude! |
| (X marks the spot)
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| Your starving soul in your house of skin and bone
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| You’re an island, the X marks the spot
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| «Testify children, testify.»
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| There you stand and talk and holler
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| How dark are all your colors
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| When you paint another sunrise
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| You leave out the sun
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| Birds like you fly straight to heaven, heaven
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| Or they slowly float away
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| Birds like you fly straight to heaven, heaven
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| Or they slowly float away
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| «Rock'n'roll allowed me to join this band
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| And there was a period of time
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| When I hadn’t exactly lost my soul
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| I just didn’t know where I’d put it
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| And I ended up in some very dark places and some dire circumstances
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| Now let me tell you, children
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| I was trying to fill a void in my heart
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| To fill that void I got what I always wanted:
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| Success, prosperity, the admiration I wanted as a player
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| I got a place in big shows and traveled the world from end to end
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| And the next of it all, I had this yearning in my heart
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| Yearning in my heart for rock’n’roll.»
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| «I was called to join this band
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| And I was surrounded by good folks there
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| And servants of the rock’n’roll who passed on the love
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| I’ll testify: the fear was in me, I was afraid of everything
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| I can swear I saw my own living heart beating through my shirt.»
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| You are a circus, but where is the clown?
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| There’s no map, still the X marks the spot
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| There you stand and talk and holler
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| How dark are all your colors
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| When you paint another sunrise
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| You leave out the sun
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| Birds like you fly straight to heaven, heaven
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| Or they slowly float down
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| Into the night with senior John Barleycorn
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| Heaven, heaven
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| Or they slowly float away
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| «Now you children, are you ready to spread the word?
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| Everybody sing, «Eo — wohoho — hey-hey — wow-wow — hey-hey — hu?»
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| Birds like you fly straight to heaven, heaven
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| Or they slowly float away
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| Birds like you fly straight to heaven, heaven
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| Or they slowly float away
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| «And the funny thing was I was like a spiritual baby running around with
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| diapers on where the X marks the spot
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| I’d given my life to rock’n’roll but I still wasn’t sure was there rock’n’roll?
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| Is it real?» |