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Hey, laughing in the playground
Gets no kicks from little boys
Would rather make it with a letching gray, yeah
Or maybe her attention is drawn by aqualung
Who watches through the railings as they play

 

Hey, cross-eyed Mary finds it hard to get along
She's a poor man's rich girl and she'll do it for a song
She's a rich man stealer but her favour's good and strong
She's the Robin Hood of Highgate
Helps the poor man get along, hey

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And don't it seem like
Kicks just keep gettin' harder to find
And all your kicks ain't bringin' you peace of mind
Before you find out it's too late, girl
You better get straight
No, but not with kicks, you just need help, girl

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He found a six-shooter gun
In his dad's closet, and with a box of fun things
I don't even know what
But he's coming for you, yeah, he's coming for you

 

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run faster than my bullet

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I get no kick from champagne
Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all
So tell me why should it be true
That I get a kick out of you

Some get their kicks from cocaine
I'm sure that if I took even one sniff
That would bore me terrifically too
That I get a kick out of you

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Hey
Well, my temperature's rising, and my feet on the floor
Crazy people knocking 'cause they're wanting some more
Let me in, baby, I don't know what you got
But you better take it easy, this place is hot

 

And I'm so glad we made it
So glad we made it, you gotta

Gimme some loving (gimme, gimme some lovin')
Gimme some loving (gimme, gimme some lovin')
Gimme some loving every day

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Been around the world and I, I, I
I can't find my baby
I don't know when, I don't know why
Why he's gone away
And I don't know where he can be, my baby
But I'm gonna find him

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It was the third of September
That day I'll always remember, yes I will
'Cause that was the day that my daddy died
I never got a chance to see him
Never heard nothin' but bad things about him
Momma I'm depending on you to tell me the truth
Momma just hung her head and said, son

Papa was a rolling stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died, all he left us was alone
Papa was a rolling stone (my son, yeah)
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died, all he left us was alone

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Do you remember, 21st night of September?
Love was changing the mind of pretenders
While chasing the clouds away


Our hearts were ringing
In the key that our souls were singing
As we danced in the night
Remember, how the stars stole the night away, yeah yeah yeah

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If I could
Baby, I'd give you my world
How can I
When you won't take it from me?

 

You can go your own way
Go your own way
You can call it
Another lonely day
You can go your own way
Go your own way

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There's no use tryin' to be what you're not
You run on a treadmill and you'll get tired a lot
So why not take some advice from me?
Even though I ain't no McCartney

 

Well, the moral of this story escapes me at this time
I've been too busy sitting here, just tryin' to make it rhyme
I'm a crazy drunken fool, and when I finish off this keg
I'm gonna piss on the fire, call in the dogs, an' head it on back to Bowlegs

 

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I was totin' my pack along the dusty Winnemucca road
When along came a semi with a high an' canvas-covered load
"If you're goin' to Winnemucca, Mack, with me you can ride"
And so I climbed into the cab, and then I settled down inside

 

He asked me if I'd seen a road with so much dust and sand
And I said, "Listen, I've traveled every road in this here land"

I've been everywhere, man
I've been everywhere, man

 

Crossed the deserts bare, man
I've breathed the mountain air, man
Of travel I've had my share, man
I've been everywhere

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Off the Florida Keys
There's a place called Kokomo
That's where you wanna go
To get away from it all
Bodies in the sand
Tropical drink melting in your hand
We'll be falling in love
To the rhythm of a steel drum band
Down in Kokomo

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Sun is comin' and it's getting warmer
Tell me spring is just around the corner
I'm sitting watchin' all of the flowers 
Birds are singin' getting louder and louder
And here I am missin' you
Here I go I'm lovin' you
Run run run run runnin'
Here I go I'm wantin' you
Run run run run runnin'
Here I go I'm needing you
Run run run run runnin'
Here I go I'm loving you 
Run run run run runnin'
Run run run run runaway

 

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Well, I started out
Down a dirty road
Started out
All alone

 

And the sun went down
As I crossed the hill
And the town lit up
The world got still

 

I'm learning to fly
But I ain't got wings
Coming down
Is the hardest thing

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I believe it was a sin

To do you in the way I did you in

I couldn't stop it coming from afar

And lost the keys to the getaway car

And every now and then I'm in this place

It's hell living when I need your face

Don't hide don't hide don't hide from me

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Clean this mess up else we'll all end up in jail
Those test tubes and the scale
Just get it all out of here
Is there gas in the car?
Yes, there's gas in the car
I think the people down the hall know who you are

'Cause the man is wise
You are still an outlaw in their eyes

 

Get along, get along, Kid Charlemagne 
Get along Kid Charlemagne

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Another summer day has come and gone away
In Paris and Rome, but I wanna go home, mmm
May be surrounded by, a million people, I
Still feel all alone
I just wanna go home
 

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We were scanning the cities
Rocking to pay the dues
But besides all the glamour
All we got was bruised

But through all of that sorrow
We were riding high
And the truth of the matter is
I never let you go, let you go

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