we are the boys of sin,
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putting our chips on bets that could never win
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we are the rolling stones,
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the dead ramones,
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the untouchable boys from back home
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she is a time bomb ticking trouble till the end
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she is a time bomb ticking trouble till the end
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so let's burn this prairie state to the ground
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honey, if you've got the money
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then i've got the time
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i'm giving up, if you're giving in
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i'd rather die than let you win
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and when you're on the run
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and there's a price on your head
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any body feels right in a different bed
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i'm dropping out and giving up, you're selling out, living it up
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so let's burn this prairie state to the ground
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(kick it)
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honey, if you've got the money
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then i've got the time
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i'm giving up, if you're giving in
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i'd rather die than let you win
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i'm never making love
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in this city again
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cause i'm a long shot girl
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and he's a gun to the head
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(yeah)
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honey, if you've got the money
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then i've got the time
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i'm giving up, if you're giving in
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i'd rather die than let you win
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i say
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honey, if you've got the money
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then i've got the time
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i'm giving up, if you're giving in
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i'd rather die than let you win
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There's Only One Kind Of Rock And Roll
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2*sweet |