goin' my own way
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gives me a thrill
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until i take a spill
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oh, what a kill
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goin' my own way
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i have to flag a ride
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out to the end of the road
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where i've already died
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but if you pick me up
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you'll need to dust me off
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'cuz i'm low down, dirty
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good for nothing' i thought
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yeah, if you pick me up
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you'll need to carry me
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'cuz i'm damaged, naked
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blind, i cannot see
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no i cannot see
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goin' my own way
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it's such a colorful ride
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where my heart
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spells out my crimes
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in living black and white
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goin' my own way
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i can't get my fill
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i need to know your will
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i need to know your will
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'cuz it's a crowded road
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it's a lost highway
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where you still carry your load
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at the end, at the end,
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at the end of the day
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but if i take your trail
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i can lose that weight
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shed it off, shake it out
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move it on, move it out
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get it off, get it out
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if i take your trail
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i'm bound to fail
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in the eyes of this world
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where what a man does
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is what a man's worth
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but it's worth it all
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if i can look you in the face
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at the end of this road
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at the end of this place
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i may bust my butt
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they may say i'm nuts
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but i'm nuts for you
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i'm nuts for you
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if it's what you'd have me to do
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i'll be a nut for you
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Nuts For You
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The 77s |