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Aw, sorry, fuck, am I- | One, two, three, four | Young man there's a place you can go, you can hide
Aw, sorry, fuck, am I- One, two, three, four Young man there's a place you can go, you can hide I know you'll never be fully done or fully satisfied You want the world, want the girl Everything in between And she was sitting next to me last night at the Bowery Sick to her stomach as she sipped gin and tonic Tellin' me she'd rather be dead than sleep alone I told her that she's everything that I lack deep inside They'll all see, in the passenger seat Of that black two-seater That's parked out in the rain You picked the wrong one If you're in it for the long run 'Cause I got the passion But I'on give it away But when the time's right I'm a hell of a good night And I'll make you burn bright As the heat of the day Broke down, out of gas, underneath the overpass Thought we'd have a look around My old stomping ground Girl so pretty, won't you leave the city for a while Thumbed a ride up the road Window wind is blowin' cold Jesus is Lord up ahead on a billboard But tonight sure shows me you roll your ride You picked the wrong one If you're in it for the long run I got the passion But I'on give it away But when the time's right I'm a hell of a good night I'll make you burn bright As the heat of the day You picked the wrong one If you're in it for the long run I got the passion But I'on give it away But when the time's right I'm a hell of a good night I'll make you burn bright As the heat of the day
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