| Feeling easy on the outside
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| But not so funny on the inside
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| Feel the sound, pray for rain
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| For this is the night we ride
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| This ain’t the garden of Eden
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| There ain’t no angels above
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| And things ain’t like what they used to be And this ain’t the summer of love
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| Lock all your doors from the outside
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| The key will dangle by the inside
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| You may begin to understand
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| That this is the night we ride
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| This ain’t the garden of eden
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| There ain’t no angels above
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| And things ain’t like what they used to be And this ain’t the summer of love
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| On the night we ride… this ain’t the summer of love.
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| This ain’t the garden of eden
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| There ain’t no angels above
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| And things ain’t like what they used to be And this ain’t the summer of love
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| This ain’t the summer, this ain’t, this ain’t
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| This ain’t the summer of love |