| You think you’re leaving footprints
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| But it’s craters that you’re making
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| Try to spread the love 'round
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| But it’s names that you’re taking
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| It’s crowded in your clutches and
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| The pressure’s got me breaking
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| Unwind, refill, prepare
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| For some of that rock and roll delight
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| Distilled, lay bare and it keeps me thinking
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| I’m your weekend lover on the side
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| So just put on the golden handcuffs
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| And let me walk you out of here
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| And how long can you linger
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| When you’re living off of tears?
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| And who could ever turn you down
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| When you turn on all of the lights in town?
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| Unwind, refill, prepare
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| For some of that rock and roll delight
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| Distilled, lay bare and it keeps me thinking
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| I’m your weekend lover on the side, on the side
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| And who could ever turn you down
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| When you turn on all of the lights in town?
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| Unwind, refill, prepare
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| For some of that rock and roll delight
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| Distilled, lay bare and it keeps me thinking
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| I’m your weekend lover on the side, on the side |