| The kids are playing in the courtyard, and the peaches are on the trees;
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| The life of a former rock star looks good on me, baby, in the southern shade…
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| Woke up 'bout four, turned up my music and my wine;
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| Mornin' dew makes my feet cold, but I bicycle through sprinklers in summertime.
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| The kids are playing in the courtyard, and the peaches are on the trees;
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| Life of a former rock star looks good on me, baby, in the southern shade…
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| Checked on my trap, lookin' for Honey, but she’s gone;
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| But I know, long as she know me, I’ll never be lonely or broke…
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| The kids are playing in the courtyard, and the peaches are on the trees;
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| Life of a former rock star looks good on me, baby, in the southern shade…
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| Don’t blow hydro 'cause I don’t blow my dough onto highs;
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| Radio don’t love me though she said she would, but she lies…
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| I got a girl — people simply love to throw
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| Money at her feet as she walks the stroll…
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| The kids are playing in the courtyard, and the peaches are on the trees;
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| Life of a former rock star looks good on me, baby, in the southern shade…
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| Looks good on me, baby, in the southern shade…
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| Feels good on me, baby, in the southern shade…
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| Just beatin' the heat, waitin', in the southern shade… |