| And as we’ve gone out.
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| To the clouds of a one man southern sky.
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| Cruising over america.
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| Continent of limbos.
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| And we live in the days of the old, we are part in the path of love.
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| And our sound leaks out of the stereo.
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| Everybody says so.
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| There’s a new In my lid.
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| Now we’re taking these eyes to know.
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| With creedence loud on the radio.
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| Hope we’re gonna die a little.
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| With creedence loud on the radio.
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| Hope we’re gonna die a little.
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| Everybody says so.
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| There’s a new In my lid.
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| Now we’re taking these eyes to know.
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| With creedence loud on the radio.
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| Hope we’re gonna die a little.
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| It ain’t easy to change, the world.
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| You’re holding up the flag for love.
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| Some words can seem so meaningless.
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| Has they made the limbo?
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| I can hear you loud, my people, holding up the cross for love.
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| We’re taking over america, hope we’re gonna die a little.
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| There’s a new In my lid.
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| Now we’re taking these eyes to know.
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| With creedence loud on the radio.
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| Hope we’re gonna die a little.
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah.
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| Everybody says so There’s a new In my lid.
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| Now we’re taking these eyes to know.
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| With creedence loud on the radio.
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| Hope we’re gonna die a little. |