| We struck gold up down in Chicago
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| Rolling on the west coast, time sometime tomorrow
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| I spend my money, I can’t seem to drink slow
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| Rolling on my highs and lows
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| Rolling on my highs and lows
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| Oh oh, my my, gotta get lost to get it right
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| Oh oh, my my, gotta get lost to get it right
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| It was all so simple back when we were on the run
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| Forever staying feeble, forever we’ll be young
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| We’ll be building the road and carrying the load
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| Whatever stops the ripple always leads us to where we go
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| I’m just a southern boy, swamp leaves of Florida
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| Who found love in the desert of California
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| I got lost in the dust just to know ya
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| Rolling on my highs and lows
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| Rolling on my highs and lows
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| Oh oh, my my, gotta get lost to get it right
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| Oh oh, my my, gotta get lost to get it right
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| It was all so simple back when we were on the run
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| Forever staying feeble, forever we’ll be young
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| We’ll be building the road and carrying the load
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| Whatever stops the ripple always leads us to where we go
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| Something’s gotta give
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| Something’s gotta live on
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| It was all so simple back when we were on the run
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| Forever staying feeble, forever we’ll be young
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| We’ll be building the road and carrying the load
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| Whatever stops the ripple, whatever stops the ripple
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| It was all so simple back when we were on the run
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| Forever staying feeble, forever we’ll be young
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| We’ll be building the road and carrying the load
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| Whatever stops the ripple always leads us to where we go |