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Drivin' at night got no where to go |
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I'm tired and all I wanna do is get stoned |
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Passin' those streets I known from mile to mile |
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And though I'm not far from home |
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I never felt so alone |
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So I'm thinkin' that it's hard for me |
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Though I'm thinkin' that you're hard to beat |
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My heart grows so cold |
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When you're standin' next to me |
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Why am I feelin' that we're bound to be alone |
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Standing stones |
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Another way, the bitter shakes |
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A better way than those mistakes |
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Hangin' on in quiet desperation |
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The bitter end of acetate |
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Still livin' here without a fate |
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Bound to pass the point of contemplation |
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So you don't play the games that others play |
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Do it your way, baby yeah, I think it's okay |
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So you're not comin' out to see the stars |
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But baby why is it so hard |
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To get within an inch of you heart |
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If you need a little company |
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Always told you I was hard to beat |
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My heart grows so cold |
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'Cause when you're standing here next to me |
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Are you feelin' that we're bound to be alone |
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Standing stones |
