There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold. And she's buying a stairway to heaven. When she gets there she knows, if the stores are all closed. With a word she can get what she came for.
Advertisement Advertisement Advertisement Advertisement In the day we sweat it out on the streets of a runaway American dream. At night we ride through the mansions of glory in suicide machines. Sprung from cages out on highway 9. Chrome wheeled, fuel injected, and steppin' out over the line.
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Advertisement Advertisement What'll you do when you get lonely. And nobody's waiting by your side You've been running and hiding much too long. You know it's just your foolish pride.
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Advertisement Advertisement Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide. No escape from reality.
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Advertisement Advertisement When you're weary, feeling small. When tears are in your eyes, I'll dry them all (all). I'm on your side, oh, when times get rough. And friends just can't be found.
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I'm afraid that wasn't it. 😔
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Advertisement Advertisement When I find myself in times of trouble, Mother Mary comes to me. Speaking words of wisdom, let it be. And in my hour of darkness she is standing right in front of me.
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Advertisement Advertisement We'll be fighting in the streets. With our children at our feet. And the morals that they worship will be gone. And the men who spurred us on. Sit in judgment of all wrong. They decide and the shotgun sings the song.
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Nope, sorry. 😢
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Advertisement Advertisement If I leave here tomorrow. Would you still remember me? For I must be traveling on now. 'Cause there's too many places I've got to see.
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Advertisement Advertisement Gold coast slave ship bound for cotton fields. Sold in a market down in New Orleans. Scarred old slaver knows he's doing alright. Hear him whip the women just around midnight.
Advertisement Advertisement Advertisement Advertisement Loving you. Isn't the right thing to do. How can I ever change things. That I feel.If I could. Maybe I'd give you my world. How can I. When you won't take it from me.
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I'm afraid that wasn't it. 😔
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Advertisement Advertisement I looked out this morning and the sun was gone. Turned on some music to start my day. I lost myself in a familiar song. I closed my eyes and I slipped away.
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Advertisement Advertisement Every time when I look in the mirror. All these lines on my face getting clearer. The past is gone. It went by, like dusk to dawn.
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Advertisement Advertisement Buddy you're a boy make a big noise. Playin' in the street gonna be a big man some day. You got mud on yo' face. You big disgrace. Kickin' your can all over the place.
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Advertisement Advertisement Backstroke lover. Always hidin' 'neath the covers. 'Til I talked to your daddy, he say.
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Hmm, I don't think so. 😔
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