They met up in Rockport
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Where the moon rose early and the days were short
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And the miles between were still too many to mention
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The Blue Ridge rides at starfall
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Oh, the epic scope of it all
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Those days before the double-edged blade of contention
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CHORUS
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Sometimes passion's like a cigarette
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Burning clean out 'fore it really takes wing
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But you always fly high for a little while
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When you think you've got the real thing
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He moved in for the long haul
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The '81 Hog, the guitar and all
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They got an apartment, a conversation piece
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But the big spark dimmed substantial
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You know it's always financials
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That give the portrait of happiness its nasty crease
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CHORUS
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Sometimes they'd find common ground
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Some days he'd run to where he couldn't be found
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A ride in the pines can truly inspire
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The need for a soul to come clean from a waning desire
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He laid there deciding
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What side of a man should come out of hiding
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While she laid there, the key to his conventions
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She had brought some changes
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But how could he pretend with all these empty pages
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And the miles to go, still too many to mention
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CHORUS
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Do you think you got the real thing
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The Real Thing
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| The Badlees |
