| Oh, Johnny Free & Easy
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| Said that he could meet me
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| With the swingers in the Hollywood Hills
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| With their rich prescriptions filled
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| And laid out on the table
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| For anyone that wants to lose their mind
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| Where I found you on top of a stranger
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| And though it looked like a really good time, I
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| Went out for some fresh air
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| Lookin' for someone to get me stoned
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| Hey, Johnny Free & Easy
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| Said it looks like I’m leavin' alone again
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| But even when the comedown’s quick
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| Yeah, even when you wake up sick
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| The kinda love you make, you trick yourself into feeling fine
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| I told you that I had to leave
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| You told me that you could get clean
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| Hey Johnny, was it you or me talking out of line?
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| Out of line
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| Out of line
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| Out of line
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| Out of line
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| Fell hard for his dark hair
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| And the way it moved when he walked
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| But any time we took to the town
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| I never liked the way he talked
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| 'Bout all his wildest trophies
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| And all his valley nights
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| Star-struck, rubbing elbows
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| Flattering the world with his eyes again
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| But even when the comedown’s quick
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| Yeah, even when you wake up sick
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| The kinda love you make, you trick yourself into feeling fine
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| I told you that I had to leave
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| You told me that you could get clean
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| Hey Johnny, was it you or me talking out of line?
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| Out of line
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| Out of line
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| Out of line
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| Out of line
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| Out of line
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| Out of line
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| Out of line
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| Out of line |