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When your face is full of darkness. With a worried mind. We give it all to make you happy. And leave it all behind. . One smile, all night. You gonna be alright.
Streets that have no name. All the lights are turned down low. And the night is here for us. Calling of the wild. From the space inside ourselves. We are ready, the chosen ones.
Streets that have no name. All the lights are turned down low. And the night is here for us. Calling of the wild. From the space inside ourselves. We are ready, the chosen ones.
Getting out! [x3]. . Get tight, Getting loaded. Walk right, on over. Turn up, Stay late. Time to nail me another mistake. Destroy, Displace. Outside of the human space.
there's been a killing. in the centre of town. in the blazing sunlight. somebody was shot down. . here come the carabinieri. they come to get there man.
Hot sun, undone, ready to run. Look at me now, in the barrel of a shotgun. Riding and riding and riding, we can't stop. We went from rags to ditches, pop pop.
Got a one track mind. . Something's happening. I want everything. What does the moment bring. I want it now. . (Got a one track mind). I want it, I need it.
picture perfect. everything was workin. til that earthquake hit you outta focus. . you cant control it. your world is broken. lookin down at the peices.
Hello open doors come on honey you're new to this. Red rum all over the place storms a rude witch. Can't be stopped topped the tops of babel. Capital of cavels that shower themselves with superpowers I.
Hey you, what's the matter?. Lately you've been looking down.. Is that someone in the mirror?. The reason you don't come around?. (That's crazy.). This isn't the "you" I know..
(Bob Duncan, Jeff Durrill). . Well, they're rompin' down in Austin. And they call it "Western Swing". They even wrote a song that says. "Bob Wills is still the king".
(C.W. McCall, B. Fries, C. Davis). . Did you see me at Westport Landing. On the wide Missouri shore?. Did you hear the west wind calling. In the spring of forty-four?.
(Bill Fries, Chip Davis). . Well, Interstate 80, we was cuttin' the fog. Just me an' old Sloan (Old Sloan's my dog). We had an eighteen-wheeler with ten on the floor and stereo layin' a strip.
(Chip Davis, Bill Fries). She was old, and beautiful, and wise, and She taught the young boy everything he needed to know. All about the land, and the woods and the rivers, and what had happened there even before he was born. She taught him what was good and what was bad. And most of all, the difference between right and wrong..
(Bill Fries, Chip Davis). . She was mud and sand and concrete. Mixed with water made a' tears. From the rivers runnin' down the Great Divide. She was three thousand miles.
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VERSE. SINCE I HAVE MOVED I'M HOPING FOR LUCK. MAYBE I WON'T BE EXPECTING TOO MUCH. I'M TRYING TO FIND SOME GUY I LIKE. I'LL DO SOMETHING IN TRYING TO SACRIFICE.