| Lean touchdown in Jackson
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| Heat crushed me like a stone
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| Vodka tonics on my breath
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| My hangover hung me low
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| Shades block out the sun now
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| There ain’t nothing here I haven’t seen
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| Red-eye flight through the Midwest night
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| It’s just another Monday to me
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| But lightning doesn’t always strike
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| And love is just a roll of the dice
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| So come, take a seat, enjoy the show
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| Living my wildest dreams from when I was sixteen
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| And heard the Stones on the radio
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| Friday night in Memphis
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| Dead habits, they follow me
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| And now this hotel room smells of cheap perfume
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| Same songs been on repeat
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| Miles count down the seasons
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| Out the window, see the falling snow
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| After six months gone, staying up till dawn
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| I wish I knew when I was headed home
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| But lightning doesn’t always strike
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| And love is just a roll of the dice
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| So come, take a seat, enjoy the show
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| Living my wildest dreams from when I was sixteen
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| Heard the Stones on the radio
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| But I’ve made enough mistakes
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| For them to raise that scaffold up
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| And I could play the fallen angel
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| But I think I’ve had enough
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| Oh, I think I’ve had enough
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| The lightning doesn’t always strike
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| And love is just a roll of the dice
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| So come on, take a seat, enjoy the show
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| Oh, lightning doesn’t always strike
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| And love is just a roll of the dice
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| So come, take a seat, enjoy the show
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| Living my wildest dreams from when I was sixteen
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| Heard the Stones on the radio
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| Living my wildest dreams from when I was sixteen
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| And heard the Stones on the radio |