| The screaming noises came across the radio, the other day
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| They’re playing Bobbie Seger on all these FM stations
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| I remember what you told me, how a song would make you lonely, yeah
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| That I do, yes I do
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| I brought my car outside the supermarkets, neon sign and
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| my horse is smoking cigarettes in a chorus
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| Tell me how you hate it, but if you could change
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| All that you do, all that you do
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| It’s all high low, high low
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| It’s all high low, high low
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| It’s all high low, high low, oh
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| A firetruck across the street comes racing down, sirens screaming
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| Bloody murder, oh my God, we heard the scream from way on top
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| A corner street building a family of six children
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| Have been burned, have all been burned
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| It’s our smokey scene in our city where my lover grew up thinking that
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| The world would talk in voices, spitting verses in the choruses
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| Depends on how you’re singing, does the music help perfect
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| Your final tune, your final tune?
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| It’s all high low, high low
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| It’s all high low, high low
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| It’s all high low, high low
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| It’s all high low, high low
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| A shadow has a right to complain, your lie fell on water and sank
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| It’s all high low, high low
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| It’s all high low, high low
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| It’s all high low, high low
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| It’s all high low, high low |