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Small screen, July evening view |
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Up and down Grand Avenue |
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Where the legends get made |
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Out with the boy's brigade |
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Part of the motorcade |
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Flew home from Texas last night |
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Slept on the flight |
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Work like a dog all day |
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Born to chase cars away |
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Die on the road someday |
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I tried to remember what life was like long ago |
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But it's gone, you know |
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Climb the turnbuckle high |
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Take two falls out of three |
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Black out for local TV |
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Stand in these cold, empty halls |
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Wait for your name to get called |
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Burn like hillsides on fire |
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In the squall of the ringside choir |
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High as a wire |
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Nearly drive Danny's nose back into his brain |
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All the cheap seats go insane |
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Keep my eyes open and try to think straight |
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No one drives on the 60 this late |
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Feel like the last person alive |
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Francisquito to Glenshaw Drive |
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I tried to remember to write in the diary |
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That my son gave me |
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Climb the turnbuckle high |
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Take two falls out of three |
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Black out for local TV |
