| It’s a hurried up life
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| But it’s the life I choose
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| No use in asking me to slow down
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| Cause I got nothing to lose
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| But time and time is all I’ve got
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| You know I born standing up with a guitar in my hand
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| I’m not trying to come on like hollywood
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| But hollywood is what I am
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| When we come into a new town
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| Everybody’s there
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| When we play our music
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| Hands are in the air
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| When the music’s over
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| You wonder where we are
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| I’m standing in the silence
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| With my old guitar
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| Rock is my life and this is my song
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| It’s a crying shame
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| That some of us have not survived
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| No use in asking how it happened
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| But very few are left alive
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| I just wanna keep on makin' music
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| We gotta keep on keepin' on
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| You’re only as good as your last record
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| I know that someday we’ll be gone, gone
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| When we come into a new town
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| Everybody’s there
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| When we play our music
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| Hands are in the air
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| When the music’s over
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| You wonder where we are
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| I’m standing in the silence
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| With my old guitar
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| Rock is my life and this is my song
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| When we come into a new town
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| Everybody’s there
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| When we play our music
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| Candles light the air
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| When the music’s over, over
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| You wonder where we are
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| I’m standing in the silence
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| With my old guitar, my only friend
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| Rock is my life and this is my song |