| Well I’m waitin' for something to take place
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| Something to take me away from this race
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| 'Round city to city, town to town
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| Runnin' around in the shoes of a clown
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| And that desperate, no count, desperado
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| A depot of love, my business is the street
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| I be shakin' 'em down, oh Colorado
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| Texas she’s nice but Georgia’s oh so sweet
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| Steal away with me darlin', your lovin' just can’t be beat
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| So it seems that the world keeps on turnin' but so what
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| I don’t doubt it, it just keeps on the move
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| You’re a dream and that’s all that I ask for
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| So well now, I’m wonderin' just how I’m gonna tell it to you
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| Skin it back (skin it back)
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| Somethin' real, somethin' to feel
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| I can’t find a soul who’ll take on this mess
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| It’s those rock and roll hours
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| Early graves without flowers
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| Please, please darlin' put my mind at rest
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| I’m beggin', please darlin' put my mind at rest
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| So it seems that the world keeps on turnin' but so what
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| I don’t doubt it, it just keeps on the move
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| You’re a dream and that’s all that I ask for
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| So well now, I’m wonderin' just how I’m gonna tell it to you
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| Skin it back, tell it to you
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| Skin it back, tell it to you
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| Skin it back, tell it to you
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| Skin it back, tell it to you |