Answer
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We
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played
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heads-up
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in
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a
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car
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in
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Seattle
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God
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rock
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on
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the
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radio
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You
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look
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like
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a
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superstar
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And
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Dom
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got
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into
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Juilliard
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And
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I’m
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really
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bad
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at
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heads-up
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What
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do
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you
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know!
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My
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drummer
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fell
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for
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a
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girl
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in
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a
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cookie
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shop
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He
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said
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he’d
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make
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a
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move,
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and
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then
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he
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went
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with,
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“Excuse
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me”
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Came
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a
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boy
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and
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left
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a
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man
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Gotta
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give
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it
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to
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the
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band
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Greatest
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one
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in
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Oregon
|
Oregon
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And
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looking
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back,
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all
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I
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know
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is
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It
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was
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Friday
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nights,
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it
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was
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video
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gold
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Oh,
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it
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was
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shining
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lights,
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it
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was
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rock
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and
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roll
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It
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was
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the
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band
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and
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I
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on
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a
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12
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bed
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bus
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And
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it
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was
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making
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and
|
messing
|
it
|
up
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It
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was
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endless
|
roads
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in
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the
|
same
|
old
|
boots
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Oh,
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it
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was
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letting
|
go
|
of
|
everything
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but
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you
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It
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was
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the
|
band
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and
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I
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on
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a
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12
|
bed
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bus
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If
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we’re
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living
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the
|
dream,
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I
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hope
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we
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never
|
wake
|
up
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Snowstorm
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in
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the
|
middle
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of
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Texas
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Called
|
my
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mother
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in
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a
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Denny’s
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and
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lied
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Told
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her
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I’d
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been
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eating
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then
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Told
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her
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I
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was
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just
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a
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friend
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Told
|
her
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I
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was
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homesick
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I
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hadn’t
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thought
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of
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home
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twice
|
Drive
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and
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then
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we
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drive
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again
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to
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an
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ocean
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And
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I
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think
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then
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I
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knew
|
it
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for
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a
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moment
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It
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was
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Friday
|
nights,
|
it
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was
|
video
|
gold
|
Oh,
|
it
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was
|
shining
|
|
Answer
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lights,
|
it
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was
|
rock
|
and
|
roll
|
It
|
was
|
the
|
band
|
and
|
I
|
on
|
a
|
12
|
bed
|
bus
|
And
|
it
|
was
|
making
|
and
|
messing
|
it
|
up
|
It
|
was
|
endless
|
roads
|
in
|
the
|
same
|
old
|
boots
|
Oh,
|
it
|
was
|
letting
|
go
|
of
|
everything
|
but
|
you
|
It
|
was
|
the
|
band
|
and
|
I
|
on
|
a
|
12
|
bed
|
bus
|
If
|
we’re
|
living
|
the
|
dream,
|
I
|
hope
|
we
|
never
|
wake
|
up
|
I
|
hope
|
we
|
never
|
wake
|
up
|
I
|
hope
|
we
|
never
|
wake
|
up
|
I
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hope
|
we
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never
|
wake
|
up
|
Two
|
nights
|
in
|
the
|
El
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Rey
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went
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flying
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I’m
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21
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and
|
I
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feel
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evergreen
|
The
|
band
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go
|
home,
|
I
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stay
|
to
|
write
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We
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drive
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around,
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I
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stay
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the
|
night
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Guys,
|
I’m
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pretty
|
sure
|
it’s
|
the
|
American
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Dream
|
It
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was
|
changing
|
clocks,
|
it
|
was
|
Tina
|
stoned
|
Oh,
|
it
|
was
|
midnight
|
stops
|
at
|
border
|
control
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Yeah,
|
it
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was
|
power
|
cuts,
|
it
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was
|
certain
|
doom
|
It
|
was
|
living
|
in
|
the
|
Little
|
Rock
|
laundry
|
room
|
Oh,
|
it
|
was
|
breaking
|
down,
|
it
|
was
|
falling
|
in
|
love
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In
|
a
|
gas
|
station
|
by
|
the
|
pickup
|
trucks
|
In
|
Philadelphia,
|
it
|
was
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crystal
|
clear
|
We
|
are
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the
|
best
|
damn
|
band
|
that
|
ever
|
played
|
right
|
here
|
It
|
was
|
magic,
|
babe,
|
pure
|
and
|
strong
|
It
|
was
|
the
|
last
|
man
|
standing
|
for
|
the
|
Eagles
|
song
|
It
|
was
|
a
|
farflung
|
wish
|
when
|
we
|
were
|
young
|
Now
|
we’re
|
living
|
the
|
dream
|
and
|
I
|
hope
|
we
|
never
|
wake
|
up
|
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