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03.06.2008 |
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2. | Stranger Into Starman |
3. | Looking For Nothing |
4. | Phoenix |
5. | Borrowing Time |
6. | It's Over |
7. | 31 Today |
8. | The Great Beyond |
9. | Medicine Wheel |
10. | Columbus Avenue |
11. | Little Tornado |
12. | True Believer |
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You got a lot of money, but you can't afford the freeway
The road to Orange County leaves an awful lot of leeway
Where everyone's a doctor or a specialist in retail
They'll sell you all the speed you want if you can take the blackmail
You know it
I know it
Why don't you
Just show it?
You got a lot of money, but you can't afford the freeway
You got a lot of money, but you can't afford the freeway
You got a lot of money, but you cannot keep your bills paid
The sacrifice is worth it just to hang around the arcade
You found yourself a prophet, but you left him on the boardwalk
Another chocolate Easter bunny, hollowed out by your talk
You know it
I know it
Why don't you
Just show it?
You got a lot of money, but you can't afford the freeway
You got a lot of money, but you can't afford the freeway
And everything I do is wrong
But at least I'm hanging on
You got a lot of money, but you can't afford
You got a lot of money, but you can't afford
You got a lot of money, but you can't afford the freeway
You got a lot of money, but you can't afford the freeway
You got a lot of money, but you
Can't afford
You got a lot of money, but you
Can't afford
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It must be hard ringing the bells
Of doors that don't swing wide anymore
It must be hard hearing the sound
Of voices just inside of the door
A man who couldn't hold your coat
Who's hung on ever antidote
So it must be hard watching the fellows gloat
Ballantines
It must be hard seeing the same old crowd
Just pass you by in the street
It must be tough knowing your stuff
Could only horrify the elite
You cut off everyone you know
Boy you told `em all where to go
Now it must be hard getting the same revoke
Ballantines
Well, patrons at the bar in Lexington Kentucky
Who sprung for every drink you downed
With things the way they are it's not that kind of party
If what you've got might just be good (?)
The fat cows won't be getting thin
Seeing the kind of jam you're in
Though the angels dance on the head of another pin
Ballantines
Ballantines
Ballantines
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