| Baby, whatcha gonna do with that
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| Modern mind, get yourself a job
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| And you’ll realize, life ain’t all about you
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| I wrote hundreds of songs till I
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| Put it out, time goes by and I’m
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| Still alone, even when I’m next to you
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| Sunshine, smokes on the dashboard
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| Strung out, not enough cash for it
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| All kidding aside, don’t wanna see this through
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| Painted black, that’s the way she liked it
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| Night drives, rollin' down the 90
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| Now you’re back in touch
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| But I’m over you
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| Run, run, run, run
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| Settle out on your own and don’t come home again
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| Your golden days are done
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| Can’t find your man, can’t find a replacement
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| Can’t find your man, can’t find a replacement
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| Maybe, you were just gunnin' for the
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| West coast, I was at home in my
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| Morning coat, reading the daily news
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| Patience, never a friend of the famous
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| Never a drug for the aimless
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| But always been loyal to me
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| Lifeline, thank you for asking
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| My time, yours for the laughing
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| Rewind the tapes just to watch us lose
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| Warm wine, do it too often
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| Skyline isn’t my calling
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| Now you’re back in touch
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| But I’m over you
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| Run, run, run, run
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| Settle out on your own
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| And don’t come home again
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| Your golden days are done
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| Can’t find your man, can’t find a replacement
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| Can’t find your man, can’t find a replacement
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| Run, run, run, run
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| Run, run, run, run
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| Run, run, run, run
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| Run, run, run, run |