| I was a high roller, tightly wound
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| Never missed a beat, never had my feet on the ground
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| All the ley lines criss cross my floor
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| The glittering prize beyond my door
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| So look through my window
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| Disrupt my sleep
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| This addictional coma
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| I’m counting black sheep
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| I said no, no, no, no
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| We ain’t gonna let you go
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| I made you a promise
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| It’s one I can’t keep
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| We keep on rollin' rollin'
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| Rollin' down, rollin' baby right through your town
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| Rollin' rollin'
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| Rollin' down, rollin' baby right through your town
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| All the dry drunks gnash and wail
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| They all have such a scintillating tale
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| It’s a cold wind blows through the pines
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| Up from the coast to the death valley line
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| I see the tempest
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| The whorey storm
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| Burning my eyes
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| Like galvanised porn
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| No, no, no, no
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| We ain’t gonna let you go
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| I made you a promise
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| It’s one I can’t keep
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| 'Cause I’m rollin' rollin'
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| Rollin' down, rollin' baby right through your town
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| Rollin' rollin'
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| Rollin' down, rollin' baby right through your town
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| I made you a promise
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| It’s one I can’t keep
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| 'Cause I’m rollin' rollin'
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| Rollin' down, rollin' baby right through your town
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| Rollin' rollin'
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| Rollin' down, rollin' baby right through your town |