| Sun got it wrong, there’s thunder but no rain
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| violently dancin' on every face
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| The more a place sleeps the rougher the spirit
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| Put your ear down to the ground and you can almost hear it
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| I wanna crawl right out of my skin
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| Go back in time, cakewalk and ripped fringe
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| I want solitude, don’t wanna be alone
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| Wanna put down roots, wanna be a rolling stone
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| Hey hey daddy, I got those shakedown blues
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| Hey hey daddy, I know you feel it too
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| Speakeasy queen some place faraway
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| Typewriter on my bar just like Hemingway
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| I gotta get way gone from this tumbleweed town
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| Ain’t no use in talking when I’m almost out
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| I wanna crawl right out of my skin
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| Go back in time, cakewalk and ripped fringe
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| I want solitude, don’t wanna be alone
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| Wanna put down roots, wanna be a rolling stone
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| Hey hey daddy, I got those shakedown blues
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| Hey hey daddy, I know you feel it too
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| Shakedown
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| Shakedown
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| We need a shakedown
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| Shakedown
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| Oh, shakedown
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| Shakedown
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| You need a shakedown
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| Shakedown
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| Ooh, shakedown
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| Shakedown
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| Shakedown |