| oh well the long street goes
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| for miles and miles
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| and it’s picking up some strangers
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| and it’s picking up some smiles
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| and the half breeds holler
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| they’re educated guesses
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| and they got a lot of cheers
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| you guessed it you guessed it
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| they keep you in follow mode
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| they keep you in follow mode
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| take the street you never rode
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| they keep you, they keep on knocking
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| like the partys on, they keep on knocking
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| like the partys gone from dark til dawn
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| I got some friends
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| in random places
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| all kinds of ideas
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| all kinds of faces
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| they keep their ready shoes on
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| they keep their shirts on ice
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| and they’re looking for the future
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| to loosen the vice
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| they keep you in follow mode
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| they hold up their signs
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| they keep you in follow mode
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| most of the time
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| they keep on knocking like the partys on
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| they keep on knocking from dark til dawn
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| they keep you in follow mode
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| they hold up their signs
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| they keep you in follow mode
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| all the time
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| they keep on knocking like the partys on
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| they keep on knocking yeah from dark til dawn |