| Won’t you take my hand
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| Won’t you be my friend
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| Take my advice, go away
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| When the days get short and the chips are down
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| Will you be there, will you stick around
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| And if thou shalt give
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| Thou shalt be deceived
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| This traveling band was not well received
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| No open arms or reception lines
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| Just handlebars wearing five-point stars
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| Am I living in your dream
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| We got the guns
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| A thousand to one, a thousand to one
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| He’s the man, he’s the man
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| He’s the man who loved life
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| Served by different stories
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| Am I living in your dream
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| Pretty metal green
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| Can I ride upon your wings so free
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| In the canyon walls there’s a trusty lot
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| The stakes were high
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| And the son was hot
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| You can rest assured as casinos rise
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| Buzz around my ears like the dragonflies
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| Am I living in your dream
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| We’ve got the guns
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| A thoughsand to one, a thousand to one
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| He’s the man, he’s the man
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| He’s the man who loved life
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| Served by different shores
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| Am I living in your dream
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| Pretty metal green
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| Am I living in your dream so real
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| Heard a million stories
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| Am I living in your dream
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| Pretty metal green
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| Am I living in your dream…
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| Copyright © 1997 American Recordings |