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I was lookin' at the sun. Pardon me, I didn't know it can't be done. I was lookin' at the sun. I was lookin' at the sun.
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I was callin' back my youth. Pardon me, did you want to use the booth? I was callin' back my youth. I was callin' back my youth.
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I don't listen to the fools that are makin' up the rules. I'm a-havin' too much fun.
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Doin' what I wanta, hit and run. Doin' what I wanta hit and run. Hit and run. Hit and run. Hit and run.
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So my world is made of paint, pardon me, I didn't know that you're a saint. So my world is made of paint. So my world is made of paint.
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You are lookin' for the truth. Pardon me, I think your poodles on the roof. You are lookin' for the truth. You are lookin' for the truth.
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I may never be that good. Pardon me, I never said I ever would. I may never be that good. I may never be that good.
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(Repeat first verse and chorus)
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HIT AND RUN
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| John Stewart |
