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Long John |
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Silver's got his head in the clouds |
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Sleeping on the concrete and he's thinking out loud |
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When's the man gonna bring the candy cane |
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Selling dreams in the city lights |
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A stranger's kiss is the dead man's bite |
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It's a shame when their falling threw the cracks |
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When the sun goes down, that's when the night rages on |
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When the thrill is gone, that's when you've got to hang on |
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The city's on fire, |
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Taking life upon demand, passing through the dirty hands |
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The city's on fire, |
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And it's time to take it back from the man across the tracks |
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A street smart talker with a gun in his hand, |
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A big John |
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Wayne out to fight for the land |
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Life's a dare when you're running with the pack |
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Another day and another crime, |
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One more deal and now you're doing time, |
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Never learn when you fight the |
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American way |
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When the sun goes down, that's when the night rages on |
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When the thrill is gone, that's when you've got to hang on |
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The city's on fire, |
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Taking life upon demand, passing through the dirty hands |
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The city's on fire, |
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And it's time to take it back from the man across the tracks |
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The city's on fire, |
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You know you've lost control when you're selling off your soul |
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The city's on fire, |
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Stepping closer to the grave, you can't afford to look away solo pre-chorus chorus 2 |
