| Let the night air cool you off.
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| Tilt your head back and try to cough.
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| Don’t say nothing 'bout the things you never saw.
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| Let the night air cool you off.
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| I ain’t living like I should.
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| A little rest might do me good.
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| Got to sinking in the place where I once stood.
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| Now I ain’t living like I should.
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| Can you hear that singing? |
| Sounds like gold.
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| Maybe I can only hear it in my head.
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| Fifteen years ago we owned that road
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| Now it’s rolling over us instead.
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| Richard Manuel is dead.
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| God forbid you call their bluff.
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| Like the nightmares ain’t enough.
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| Remember when we used to think that we were tough?
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| God forbid you call their bluff.
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| First they make you out to be
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| The only pirate on the sea.
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| Then they say Danko would have sounded just like me.
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| «Is that the man you want to be?»
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| Can you hear that song? |
| It sounds like gold.
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| Maybe I could make it bigger overseas.
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| Fifteen years ago we owned this road
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| Now it only gives us somewhere else to leave.
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| Something else you can’t believe.
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| Can you hear that singing? |
| Sounds like gold.
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| Maybe I can hear poor Richard from the grave
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| Singin' where to reap and when to sow
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| When you’ve found another home you have to leave.
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| Something else you can’t believe. |