| He was a poor boy, raised in a small family.
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| He kinda had a craving for something no one else could see.
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| They said that he was crazy, the kind that no lady should meet.
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| He ran off to the city, and wandered around in the street.
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| He wants to dance, oh yeah, he wants to sing.
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| He wants to see the lights a flashin and listen to the thundering.
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| He saw it in the window, the mark of a new kind of man.
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| He kinda liked the feeling, so shiny and smooth in his hand.
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| He took it to the country, and practiced for days without rest.
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| And then one day he found it, he knew he could stand with the best.
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| They got respect, oh yeah, he wants the same.
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| And it’s a certain kind of fool that likes to hear the sound of his own pain.
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| A poster on a storefront, the picture of a wanted man.
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| He had a reputation spreadin like fire through the land.
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| It wasn’t for the money, at least it didn’t start that way.
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| It wasn’t for the runnin but now he’s runnin every day. |