| Well he, ended up here
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| Came from, way out past there
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| And he, tried to make it something
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| And he, knew he had the way
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| But that six string was a ticket
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| Out of town and for a ride
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| To those, high rise and all those dreams
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| Concrete and palm trees, is all he’d seen
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| To those, high rise and all those dreams
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| Concrete and palm trees, is all he’d seen
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| Well he, met all bad kids
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| And he, fell in just fine
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| And all, match the road to him
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| He was, right there on time
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| But he tasted and he smoked it
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| Didn’t know what it was for sure
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| To those, high rise and all those dreams
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| Concrete and palm trees, is all he’d seen
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| To those, high rise and all those dreams
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| Concrete and palm trees, all he’d seen
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| Well he, end up in jail
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| In a, 10 by 10 cell
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| Feeling, full jones withdrawl
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| Feeling, a lot like hell
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| But that six string was a ticket
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| Out of this mess, and our life
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| Well he, finally made and wound up clean
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| Concrete and palm trees, were pretty sweet
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| Well he, finally made and wound up clean
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| Concrete and palm trees, were pretty sweet
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| Pretty sweet
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| Ah ha ha
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| Pretty sweet
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| Ah ha ha
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| Pretty sweet
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| Ah ha ha
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| Pretty sweet
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| Ah ha ha |