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slow turning |
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When
I was a boy, |
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I
thought it just came to ya' |
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But
I never could tell what's mine |
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So
it didn't matter anyway |
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My
only pride and joy |
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Was
this racket down here |
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Bangin'
on an old guitar |
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And
singin' what I had to say |
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I
always thought our house was haunted |
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But
nobody said boo to me |
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I
never did get what I wanted |
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Now
I get what I need |
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CHORUS: |
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It's
been a slow turnin' |
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From
the inside out |
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A
slow turnin' |
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But
you come about |
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Slow
learnin' |
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But
you learn to sway |
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A
slow turnin' baby |
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Not
fade away |
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Now
I'm in my car |
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I
got the radio on |
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I'm
yellin' at the kids in the back seat |
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'Cause
they're bangin' like Charlie Watts |
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You
think you've come so far |
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In
this one horse town |
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Then
she's laughin' that crazy laugh |
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'Cause
you haven't left the parkin' lot |
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Time
is short and here's the damn thing about it |
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You're
gonna die, gonna die for sure |
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And
you can learn to life with love or without it |
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But
there ain't no cure |
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There's
just a... |
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REPEAT
CHORUS |