| You know I love to make a connection
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| I love to conspire in steel
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| And you know I love to write good rock songs honey
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| That’s all good and real
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| I was born and I cried
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| I lived the dirty live and I died on fire
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| And so slow
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| But I could get used to this
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| I used to be friends with rich kids
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| But all they talked about was me
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| Cause I was looking for a date on the corner
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| Like a foghorn shouting in the breeze
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| And I beg on a club
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| I spear the very strengh to look down
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| In case your into
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| But I could get used to this
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| (whistle)
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| I find I grew a leg in Thailand
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| Marotting on a Tiflis flu
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| Cause i was stering up the face in Nashville
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| Where the plots don’t care 'bout what you do
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| I was born and I cried
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| I lived the dirty live and I died on fire
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| And so slow
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| But I could get used to this
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| Dark faced flies
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| Would kill to survive
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| Hydrogen tigers too
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| When your in doubt simply even it out now
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| What does that say about you?
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| I was lying by a sunny window
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| Forning on a stormy sea
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| I was calling you to find some codeans
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| Hoping you know what I mean
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| I was born and I cried
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| I lived the dirty live and I died on fire
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| And so slow
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| But I could get used to this |