Well I don't drive a fast car
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You know it just ain't my style
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And I don't give a damn about that
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You know it ain't worth my while
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And I've been known to run around
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Burned some bridges in my time
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You know those girls tried to tie me down
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But my heart is still all mine
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Well Elvis had his blue suede shoes and Samson had his hair
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You know I got my music baby
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And my dreams will take me there
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You know I don't smoke cigarettes
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I don't see the point
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And if you're gonna put smoke in your lungs
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Might as well smoke a joint
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Well I don't mind if you hang around
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Just don't start talking that love talk baby
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Don't bring me down
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Well don't call me a scoundrel
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Baby don't call me a thief
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Don't look down your nose at me
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I don't need all your grief
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Join me and the jesters, singing for today
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Live life at its fullest
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Before it slips away
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Well I don't mind if you hang around
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Just don't start talking that love talk baby
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Don't bring me down
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Why you want to shoot me down
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I'm just trying to be your friend now baby
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But you lock the door, hide the key, hide under the bed
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You're gonna hide from me
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Come on baby, let me in...
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Don't Bring Me Down
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Edwin McCain |