| I used to think I’d go out with a bang,
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| On the back of a Harley, racin' a train,
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| Runnin' with bulls over in Spain with the crazies.
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| I’ve never been one to back down from a dare
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| Jumpin' through fire or fallin' through air
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| It didn’t matter, cause I didn’t care until lately.
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| Now I’ll tell you how I wanna go,
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| Under a sail with my feet on the rail of a boat,
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| Takin' it nice and slow,
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| Ridin' the tide with you right by my side sittin' close.
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| With a Cuban cigar and my old guitar
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| Listening to you sing along to a song I just wrote
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| Missin' some notes.
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| That’s how I wanna go.
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| When daddy died, he was just forty-eight
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| I can just see him and those pearly gates
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| Sayin', «I kinda figured, I’da been late to this party.»
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| And nobody knows how their life’s gonna end,
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| They don’t know where it will happen or when
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| All I can say, is when I met you, mine started.
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| Now I’ll tell you how I wanna go,
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| Under a sail with my feet on the rail of a boat,
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| Takin' it nice and slow,
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| Ridin' the tide with you right by my side sittin' close.
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| With a Cuban cigar, a beat up guitar
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| Listening to you sing along with a song I just wrote
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| Missin' the notes.
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| That’s how I wanna go.
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| Takin' it nice and slow,
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| Ridin' the tide with you right by my side sittin' close.
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| With a Cuban cigar, a beat up guitar
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| Listening to you harmonize on a song I just wrote
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| Every note.
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| That’s how I wanna go. |