| Cold days, hot nights
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| Cold days hot nights
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| When you’re freezing on the streets
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| In the neon lights
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| Cold days hot nights
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| When the wind blows in your face
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| and memory bites…
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| I was young back in 69. And life
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| was simple like a nursery rhyme
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| I could never guess what lay ahead
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| Didn’t hear what the folks all said
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| You can dream till it drives you mad
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| Fall in love with what you never had
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| Then you got it so good for you
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| Don’t you see what you’re coming to
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| Cold days hot nights
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| When you’re freezing on the streets
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| In the neon lights
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| Cold days hot nights
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| When the wind blows in your face
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| And memory bites. |
| Cold days.
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| When you’re tryin' to beat the world
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| And losing the fight. |
| Cold days.
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| It’s a little too late to put it all right
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| I survive I keep on my feet
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| Don’t hide my face away from folks I meet.
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| But as the years go by I stay the same
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| I oughta change around and play the game.
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| Where’s your heart can you find your soul?
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| What’s your target and your final goal?
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| Is there something you look forward to.
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| Or do you let your days roll over you
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| Roll over you
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| Cold days hot nights
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| Cold days hot nights
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| Cold days hot nights… |