| I feel the world is cheatin'
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| My heart is barely beatin'
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| Like a lone wolf in the pack
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| No one to believe in Tryin' to fight these demons
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| Where I’m going’s where I’m at Like high plains drifters
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| And midnight misters
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| Dancin' with the devil’s rock n roll
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| Dirt poor playboys
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| And drug store cowboys
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| Hey, rebel soul
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| I’ve been a man of reason
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| Only to end up even
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| I’ve paid the price of givin' back
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| Low down and double dealing
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| Up on the mountain kneeling
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| I feel your love is just a trap
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| Like high plains drifters
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| And midnight misters
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| Siftin' through the devil’s pot o' gold
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| Dirt poor playboys
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| And drug store cowboys
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| Hey, rebel soul
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| I feel just like I’m trapped by nighttime
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| I sleep with one eye open in the day
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| I’ve walked the wrong way but I’ve walked a long way
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| Touched by the hand of treason
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| I’m through with not believin'
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| I’m leavin' town my bags are packed
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| And if you feel the need when
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| You finally find your feelings
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| You’ll know just where to find me at With high plains drifters
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| And midnight misters
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| Dancin' with the devil’s rock n roll
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| Dirt poor playboys
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| And drug store cowboys
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| Hey, rebel soul |