Won¡¯t you take my hand
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Won¡¯t you be my friend
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Take my advice, go away
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When the days get short and the chips are down
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Will you be there, will you stick around
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And if thou shalt give
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Thou shalt be deceived
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This traveling band was not well received
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No open arms, or reception lines
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Just handlebars wearing five point stars
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Chorus:
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Am I living in your dream
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We got the guns, we got the guns
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A thousand to one, a thousand to one
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He¡¯s the man, he¡¯s the man
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He¡¯s the man who loved life
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Served by different stories
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Am I living in your dream
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Pretty metal green
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Can I ride upon your wings so free
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In the canyon walls there¡¯s a trusty lot
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The stakes were high
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And the sun was hot
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You can rest assured as the casinos rise
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Buzz around my ears like the dragonflies
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(Chorus)
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Served by different shores
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Am I living in your dream
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Pretty metal green
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Am I living in your dream so real
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Heard a million stories
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Am I living in your dream, yeah
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Pretty metal green
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Am I living in your dream, yeah
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The man who loved life
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| Jayhawks |
