| were the outsiders looking lost like hounds in the street
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| got loving, living how you want it
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| nothing else matters to me
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| rough friends tall cans
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| yeah
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| we were the young punks living free
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| (got loving, living how you want it)
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| ralls your guns at the revelry
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| (got loving, living how you want it)
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| one for the sun coming up in the street
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| and for the nights for we never sleep
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| heres to the ones still living free
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| were shack shaking law breakong we aint calling police
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| got loving living how you want it
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| gotta get off your knees
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| rough hands tall cans
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| we were the young punks living free
|
| (got loving, living how you want it)
|
| ralls your guns at the revelry
|
| (got loving, living how you want it)
|
| one for the sun coming up in the street
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| and for the nights for we never sleep
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| heres to the ones still living free
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| we were the young punks living free
|
| (got loving, living how you want it)
|
| ralls your guns at the revelry
|
| (got loving, living how you want it)
|
| one for the sun coming up in the street
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| and for the nights for we never sleep
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| heres to the ones still living free |