| you ever hear the story of mr. |
| faded glory?
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| say he who rides a pony must someday fall
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| i was talkin' to my alter
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| says life is what you make it and if you make it death well rest your soul away
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| away, away…
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| it’s a broken kind of feeling
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| she’ll have to tie me to the ceiling
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| a bad moon’s comin' better say your prayers
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| i wanna tell you that i love you
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| but does it really matter?
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| i just can’t stand to see you dragging down again
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| again, again…
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| so i’m singing
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| and this is my kinda love
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| it’s the kind that moves on it’s the kind that leaves you alone, yeah
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| this is my kinda love
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| it’s the kind that moves on it’s the kind that leaves me alone
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| i used to treat you like a lady
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| now you’re a substitute teacher
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| this bottle’s not a pretty, not a pretty sight
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| i owe the man some money so i’m turnin over honey
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| ah mr. |
| faded glory is once again doin' time, yeah
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| this is my kinda love
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| it’s the kind that moves on it’s the kind that leaves me alone, yeah
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| this is my kinda love
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| it’s the kind that moves on it’s the kind that, it’s the kind that…
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| leaves me alone
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| like a crown of thorns, it’s all who you know
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| so don’t burn your bridges cause someday, yeah
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| so i’m singing
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| this is my kinda love
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| it’s the kind that moves on it’s the kind that leaves me alone, yeah
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| this is my kinda love
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| it’s the kind that moves on it’s the kind that
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| leaves me alone
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| don’t burn your bridges… |