| Stupid heart, cupid heart
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| Where will you go from here?
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| Magnetic ring, magnetic draw
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| Ooh, what you got me into?
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| I’m a wolf, chrome craw
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| Leavin' you now
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| I’ll write ya, ma
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| Takin' a putt up to Carson City
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| Well, if you hear me howlin'
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| Well hell, sittin' pretty
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| Tasting nitty gritty
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| Puttin' on in to Carson City
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| Sparks, tattoos, two tats and a toot
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| Helmets, crosses, and a patch to boot
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| Engine hot, pipes burn white
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| Glad I’m not home tonight
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| Five miles back I took a spill
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| Thought I almost paid my bill
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| Makin' my putt to Carson City
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| Party time with the Jones-by-name
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| Ah, it’s a shame
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| Say, it’s a pity
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| Gotta putt outta Carson City |