| Slide through the back door
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| With your life strings attached
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| I can see the heavens
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| On my back
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| Can see for miles
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| Open your eyes
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| Can’t see what I’m living for
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| My heads so high
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| Slip through the back door
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| With my head in your hands
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| Well I might not see the morning
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| But I got no plans
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| Can see for miles
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| And I can open my eyes
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| Well I can’t see what I’m living for
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| Head so high
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| Sway slow, stay low
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| Hey mama, take your cool hand away from me
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| Take it away and let me be
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| Hey mama, take your cool love away from me
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| Take it away and let me bleed in peace
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| Slide through the back door
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| With your life strings attached
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| I can walk the heavens
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| On my back
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| I can see for miles and miles
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| Ain’t that grand
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| Well I might not see the morning
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| But I got no plans
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| Slip through the back door
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| With my head in your hands
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| Well I’ve seen so many things
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| That my mum won’t believe
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| This life sure is weird
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| But what else have I to know
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| Well I’ve done so many things
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| That my folks don’t want to know about
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| Sway slow, stay low
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| Hey mama, take your cool hand away from me
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| Take it away and let me be
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| Hey mama, take your cool love away from me
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| Take it away and let me bleed in peace
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| This life sure is weird but what else have I to know |