| Well I’ve been, been thinking
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| There’s something I’m not talking about
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| The whispers have found me
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| Inside the shadows of my doubts
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| I get the feeling that everything I’m doing now
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| I’m doing wrong
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| And everybody’s known all along
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| So take me away
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| Way back to that 4th street feeling now
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| When everything I had I could fit into my Chevrolet
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| Well I’ve been, I’ve been aching
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| To slip an eight track on again
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| Eyes closed and head back
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| The sweet smell of summer sin
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| I get the feeling that everything I’m doing now
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| I’m just doing wrong
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| And everybody’s known all along
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| So take me away
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| Way back to that 4th Street feeling now
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| When everything I had could fit into my Chevrolet
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| It was perfect and strange
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| Living life with that 4th Street feeling now
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| Who am I to think I could just run away
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| I could just run away
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| Baby, I could just run away
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| But everybody’s known all along
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| So take me away
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| Way back to that 4th street feeling now
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| When everything I had I could fit into my Chevrolet
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| It was perfect and strange
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| Living life with that 4th Street feeling now
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| Who am I to think I could just run away
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| Who am I to think I could ever run away
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| Who am I to think I could just run away
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| Way back to that 4th Street feeling now |