| We all tried to warn you-but you already knew
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| So you blame it on jealousy-you say the rumors are untrue
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| But you feel yourself slipping away
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| You awoke from a dream-things were different than now
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| You were gonna be a superstar-Elvis was teaching you how
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| You met a man in a suit-he said «Sign on the line
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| But you’ll need a little something to help you unwind»
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| You got to ride like Hell-your face into the wind
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| One day you’re everything-then you’re nothing again
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| We all know that the journey means more than where you wind up
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| But they don’t know what it’s like to drink from your cup
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| Still they got something to say
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| You met a girl on the highway-she made you feel like a man
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| But somewhere along the way-your poor heart just caved in
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| So you smoke a little that and you drink a little this
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| And soon you can’t separate the misery from the bliss
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| (CHORUS)
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| Anyone can be blinded-caught up in the lust
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| But we all must go back-back to our own dust
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| Back to yesterday
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| One cold night in the sixties-in a small town serene
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| A young boy sits and stares at a black and white screen
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| He’s caught up in the rhythm, the words, and the sound
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| And it feels just like a ticket out of this town
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| (CHORUS x2) |