I packed a bag.
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With clean underwear and bore.
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Some worry and nag.
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And more stuff from the top drawer.
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I packed some drag.
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And I took it out on tour.
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Took off with a roar.
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And didn't open it anymore.
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A moonlight mile from white is where our jets ignite.
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It's an all-night flight boy, but it's alright.
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It's all right, red banner rockers unite!
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If it's dark around the clock let us rock for light.
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It will be all right, be all right red banner rockers
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unite!
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It's just a pinch and a bite in an endless fight.
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But i got less important things to write.
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And this is a love story.
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A tragedy a goddamn farce.
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A molotov rock tale.
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Exploding in the cheapest of bars.
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Or in a car, cause that's where we are.
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Clamped down by the same old guitars.
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Same commie-red hearts.
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Except for the reeperbahn scars.
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A moonlight mile from white is where our jets ignite.
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It's an all-night flight boy, but it's alright.
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It's all right, red banner rockers unite!
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If it's dark around the clock let us rock for light.
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It will be all right, be all right red banner rockers
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unite!
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It's just a pinch and a bite in an endless fight.
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But I got less important things to write:
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And that's alright.
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Red Banner Rockers
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| Randy |
