| Rock and roll widow, lover by trade
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| Lives to tell who’s been made into love
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| Living her life, reds, beds, most every night
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| Widow carry on 'til the band is gone
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| Widow carry on 'til the band is gone
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| She wants no man give her his hand
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| She’d rather go out, rather go out, rather go out
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| With the boys in the band
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| Widow carry on till the band is gone
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| Widow carry on till the band is gone
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| Widow carry on till the band is gone
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| Sniff of snow to let you know
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| Her speed of life is in and free
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| She knows she pays the price to play
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| To share herself with fame
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| But when its time and faces change
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| She gives more love away, love away
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| She gives more love away
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| She gives more love away
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| Rock and roll widow, when we played last
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| A dose of your love, dose of your love, dose of your love
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| Was mine in the past
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| Need a taste of that magical stuff
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| LSMFT ain’t enough
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| Widow carry on while the band is on |