| I’ve lived my whole life, made mistakes,
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| From the get-go,
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| Street kid from the start, right, no regrets though,
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| I do what I want, yeah, cuz I said so,
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| No sleep for the weak, right? |
| No, bet no.
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| Rollin’with the punk rockers,
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| I ain’t lying,
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| Fake guns, fake bands,
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| Fake punk, I ain’t buying,
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| Hit the road,
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| All I know,
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| Rock and roll ain’t dying, about fifteen deep,
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| We hit the streets low ridin.
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| By the time we made it to New Orleans,
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| It must have been half past three.
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| By the time we made it to Memphis,
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| We were crazy.
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| Tonight, draw a blanket,
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| And a pillow to keep us warm,
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| Tonight, protect us from the storm.
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| He was back, causing trouble,
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| Time’s they’re a comin’round,
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| Oh no, let me go to another round,
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| Tuesday night is when the storm’s gonna settle down,
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| Had a glance, circumstance,
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| Don’t cause, trouble bound,
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| She’s the one, all alone, I come lookin',
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| Smoke and mirrors as I watch,
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| Aw, that girl was trippin',
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| It’s no fun, lost again,
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| To have your heart broken,
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| Greed is from a world that is built on hustling.
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| By the time we made it to New Orleans,
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| It must have been half past three.
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| By the time we made it to Memphis,
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| We were crazy.
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| Tonight, draw a blanket,
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| and a pillow to keep us warm,
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| Tonight, protect us from the storm.
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| The breaks were falling when they had failed,
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| Every road can lead ya straight down to fucking hell,
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| Rain stopped falling when they had failed,
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| Every road can take ya straight down to hell.
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| Doing nothing here, everyone straight trippin,
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| Happy at times, are gone, past starts slippin,
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| This will be enough to keep me on the road livin,
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| Good every night, in a different city I’ll be sleepin,
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| Let me know, here we go, met a girl named Lola,
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| Is she here? |
| Is she there? |
| Drinking Jack and cola,
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| She says, «Tim, where ya been? |
| I got somethin’to show ya,
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| Lola fired off her clothes and started rock and rollin!
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| By the time we made it to New Orleans,
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| It must have been half past three.
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| By the time we made it to Memphis,
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| We were crazy.
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| Tonight, draw a blanket,
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| and a pillow keep us warm,
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| Tonight, protect us from the storm. |