| She was a live wild, she was a stuck in the past
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| I was a hole in the middle, you was waking up fast
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| It was 4 in the morning, she s holding on tight
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| To a day, bow and look alive,
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| Circle 85
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| Now he s turning up, his amplify
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| Staring at his toes,
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| The way he s looking at you
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| He s still looking at his nose
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| Sounds like surf music maybe more than just a little
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| To me it s just another for California dribble
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| Talking bout the strange… in the middle, oh
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| Well there s something to be
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| Learned here, the way it may seem
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| A little insincere,
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| Like they cool clown grin
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| Hear the, hear your country singer
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| I m a cavalier
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| Well I wanna know the whole story of the way
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| You came from where you going
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| How ever long it takes to know you
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| When your heavy metal heart beat
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| Tippy toes above feet, rocking till the team be
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| Well ice cream, soda pop, burning on the top
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| Some people call it rock and roll some people call it pop
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| Sounds like country music every time you use the fiddle
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| How am I supposed to know if that s a fact or just a riddle
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| Keep tied around the edges and leave a little on the window
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| Well there s something to be
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| Learned here, the way it may seem
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| A little insincere,
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| Like they cool clown grin
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| Hear the, hear your country singer
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| I m a cavalier
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| Whoa, whoa, whoa, oho, oh oh oho
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| Whoa, whoa, whoa, oho, oh oh oho
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| Well there s something to be
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| Learned here, the way it may seem
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| A little insincere,
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| Like they cool clown grin
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| Hear the, hear your country singer
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| I m a cavalier. |