| Long hair and longer stride
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| Skateboard affair with the primal tribe
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| And your cut off painter pants
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| Charging down the craggy mountains
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| With our thrift store friends
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| Who you find so… so in love with the falling earth
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| Oh, you wake in the middle of the falling night with the summer playing coy
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| In the attics of the city night
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| We talked corso and the MC5
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| And you could dance like
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| We were all alright
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| Only the wild ones give you something and never want it back
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| Oh, the riot and the rush of the warm night air
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| Only the wild ones are the ones you can never catch
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| Stars are up now no place to go… but everywhere
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| One I met in the green mountain state
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| I dropped out, and he moved away
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| Heard he got some land down south
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| Changed his name to a name the birds could pronounce
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| And only the wild ones give you something and never want it back
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| Oh, the riot and the rush of the warm night air
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| Only the wild ones are the ones you can never catch
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| Stars are up now no place to go but everywhere
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| No place to go but everywhere
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| In the city the mayor said
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| Those who dance are all misled
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| So you packed your things and moved to the other coast
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| Said you gonna be like Charlie Rose
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| And only the wild ones give you something and never want it back
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| Oh, the riot and rush of the warm night air
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| Only the wild ones are the ones you can never catch
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| Stars are up now no place to go… but everywhere
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| Only the wild ones give you something and never want it back
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| Oh, the riot and rush of the warm night air
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| Only the wild ones are the ones you can never catch
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| Stars are up now no place to go… but anywhere |