We Was going through A lifetime
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I had a banshee on my back
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we're down in corpus christie now
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picking up the slack
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now I was wondering where the wild boys
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had started off and gone
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this memories jamming buttons
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stuck on some old song
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And if you get this message
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leave a sign or make a call
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Mohammed's left his calling card
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and it's written on the wall
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Looking for the wild one, wild one
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Looking for the wild one,
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Looking for the wild one,
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Looking for the wild one
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She was gone in twenty seconds
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right before my eyes
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no more honey kisses
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no more long goodbyes
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and I feel like pink nevada
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or cooler shade of blue
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mother earth is closer now
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walk me out in the morning dew
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And if you get this message
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leave a sign or make a call
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Mohammed's left his calling card
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and it's written on the wall
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Looking for the wild one, wild one
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Looking for the wild one,
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Looking for the wild one,
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Looking for the wild one
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Looking for the
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Solo
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Sometimes I stop breathing
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just to feel reborn
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and it's like rolling thunder
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blowing through the corn
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through my back pages
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I can see the change
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there's a storm a coming now
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coming through the rain
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Solo
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and I'm out here drifitng
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a million miles alone
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floating in a spaceship somewhere
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falling like a stone,
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falling like a stone
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Still looking for the wild one,
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yeah yeah
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The Wild One
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