| I wanna put the band back together
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| For human hearts write fairy tales for free
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| So dust off all your denim and your leather
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| Like Andy said the birds will fall from trees
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| Tommy worked at Harry’s helicopters
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| Fixing choppers for the man
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| In borrowed boots we slid down stairs
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| Bled icy hoots of never caring laughter
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| So brush your pretty hair
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| (cause you’ll lose it don’t you know)
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| And make your little bed
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| (for your girlfriend Judy Rose)
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| You’ll never be alone
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| (if you’re always on the road)
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| I wanna put the band back together
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| (always on the road)
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| Press some discs and 45s and pins
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| (please please come on home)
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| So dust off all your denim and your leather
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| (always on the road)
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| And go on singing naughty through the wind
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| The broken rings collected there
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| Such smoky things we breathed out every night
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| The river rose while we came down
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| With bloody noses
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| Running on her gown
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| So brush your pretty hair
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| (cause you’ll lose it don’t you know)
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| And make your little bed
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| (for your girlfriend Judy Rose)
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| You’ll never be alone
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| If you’re always on the road
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| Let’s try to put the band back together
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| (always on the road)
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| For human hearts write fairy tales for free
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| (please please come on home)
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| We’ll pick a fight and argue about whether
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| (always on the road)
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| Andy said we’d be forever free |