| Summer’s past and winter’s gone
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| Sabbath blastin' in headphones
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| I played 'em all and woke up with a song
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| Well I fell in love with a drunken friend
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| At a South By Show with REM
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| Staggered down the road in last night’s clothes
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| But I had to see the rainbow for myself
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| And I had to put some platinum on my shelf
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| And it’s 1, 2, 3, 4
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| Rusty chain holds me to shore
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| Sunset floods when the levee breaks on me
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| Oh, on me, on me, oh, on me
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| Oh well, I’m still raising hell
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| Well I shake my faith in Marshall stacks
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| Feedback, Fender, skinny slacks
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| All around the globe, beside The Boss
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| And the hornet’s buzzing in my head
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| Like fascists in the government
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| The powers change but we still pay the cost
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| And the road is always paved with shooting stars
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| And the time is now, decide who you are
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| And it’s 1, 2, 3, 4
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| Rusty chain holds me to shore
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| Sunset floods when the levee breaks on me
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| Oh, on me, on me, oh, on me
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| Oh well, I’m still raising hell
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| And it’s 1, 2, 3, 4
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| Rusty chain holds me to shore
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| Sunset floods when the levee breaks
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| On me oh, on me, oh on me
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| Oh well, I’m still raising hell
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| Oh me
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| Oh well, I’m still raising hell |