| The body’s a temple, that’s what we’re told
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| I’ve treated this one like an old honky-tonk
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| Greasy cheeseburgers and cheap cigarettes
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| One day they’ll get me if they ain’t got me yet
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| 'Cause I’m living in fast forward
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| A hillbilly rock star out of control
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| I’m living in fast forward
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| Now I need to rewind real slow
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| My friends all grew up, they settled down
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| Built nice little houses on the outskirts of town
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| They work in their office, drive SUVs
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| They pray for their babies and they worry 'bout me
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| 'Cause I’m living in fast forward
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| A hillbilly rock star out of control
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| I’m living in fast forward
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| Now I need to rewind real slow
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| I’m always runnin'
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| Son of a gunnin'
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| I’ve had a good time it’s true
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| But the way I’ve been goin'
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| It’s time that I toned it Down just a notch or two
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| Oh yeah …
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| Well I’m living in fast forward
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| A hillbilly rock star out of control
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| I’m living in fast forward
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| Now I need to rewind real slow
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| Well I’m living in fast forward
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| A hillbilly rock star out of control
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| I’m living in fast forward
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| Now I need to rewind real slow
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| Yeah I need to rewind real slow
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| Yeah I still got some miles to go |