| Running down around the towns along the shore
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| When I was sixteen and on my own
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| No, I couldn’t tell you what the hell those brakes were for
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| I was just trying to hear my song
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| Jimmy found his own sweet sound and won that free guitar
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| We’d all get in the van and play
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| Life became the Paradox, the Bear, the Rouge et Noir
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| And the stretch of road running to LA
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| Pages turning
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| Pages we were years from learning
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| Straight into the night our hearts were flung
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| Better bring your own redemption when you come
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| To the barricades of Heaven where I’m from
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| All the world was shining from those hills
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| The stars above and the lights below
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| Among those there to test their fortunes and their wills
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| I lost track of the score long ago
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| Pages turning
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| Pages we were years from learning
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| Straight into the night our hearts were flung
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| Better bring your own redemption when you come
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| To the barricades of Heaven where I’m from
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| Childhood comes for me at night
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| Voices of my friends
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| Your face bathing me in light
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| Hope that never ends
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| Pages turning
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| Pages torn and pages burning
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| Faded pages, open in the sun
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| Better bring your own redemption when you come
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| To the barricades of Heaven where I’m from
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| Better bring your own redemption when you come
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| To the barricades of Heaven where I’m from |