| Well I was feeling kinda low on a sunny day,
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| I was praying for rain to cover my face.
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| I got around to the fair and the poison planes.
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| So easy to see it wasn’t made for my grace.
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| Oh yeah…
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| It was a get-around day and oh my bones,
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| I shook all day waiting to get home.
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| I don’t mind to say, what a rusty day.
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| Roaming in hell under razor rain grey
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| Oh yeah.. .
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| Well, walking to my bed, what a homicide day.
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| Still waiting for the friend, who would look my way.
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| I ran hard for the library to make a break,
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| Get around, jump and ride the mystery train.
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| Oh yeah…
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| Make a rock and roll song, where she comes my way.
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| (And) she wouldn’t walk away, no she wanted to stay.
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| Let’s dance, she said, and didn’t walk away,
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| First time I didn’t want the day to fade away.
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| Oh yeah… |