| Play your rock n' roll on the stereo, push the cruise control, disappear into
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| the groove.
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| Take the photograph, try to make it last, then the awkward laugh doesn’t make
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| it true…
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| Everyone’s got their own set of troubles,
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| Everyone’s got their own set of blues,
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| Everyone’s got their own set of struggles…
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| Walk a mile in another man’s shoes
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| In her rocking chair playing with her hair, singing in the air, a midnight tune.
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| She can’t fall asleep, heart is on her sleeve, waiting in the call that never
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| comes through…
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| If you ain’t learned that by now, go ahead and walk another mile… |