| I came to, face pressed to the carpet.
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| I have no clue how I got here…
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| Must’ve been livin' it up, livin' it up, livin' it.
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| My friends don’t come dime a dozen.
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| The good Lord knows I couldn’t ever leave 'em behind, leave 'em behind,
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| leave 'em.
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| Carefree highway to happiness, (whoo-AH-ooh-ooh)
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| Realizing ignorance is bliss.
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| Give me something to pray for,
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| 'Cause we can’t do this alone.
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| Give me something to live for-
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| Waiting my turn for so long…
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| Don’t wanna be on my own.
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| Whoa-oh-oh.
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| Shoo-be-da-da-ah.
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| We’re smoked up,
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| The good times never fade.
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| The desert keeps us sane.
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| We’re soakin' it up, soakin' it up, soakin' it.
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| So don’t get caught up
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| In our distance or your demons.
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| The good Lord knows you’re schemin'.
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| You best be straightin' up, straightin' up, straightin'.
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| Carefree highway to happiness, (whoo-AH-ooh-ooh)
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| Realizing ignorance is bliss.
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| Give me something to pray for,
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| 'Cause we can’t do this alone.
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| Give me something to live for-
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| Waiting my turn for so long…
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| Don’t wanna be on my own.
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| We’re livin' it up, livin' it up, we’re livin' it.
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| Being gone, I never felt so alone,
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| I haven’t seen myself since I last left home.
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| Don’t wanna be on my…
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| Carefree highway to happiness, (whoo-AH-ooh-ooh)
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| Realizing ignorance is bliss… yeah!
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| Give me something to pray for,
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| (Give me something to pray for!)
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| 'Cause we can’t do this alone.
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| And give me something to live for-
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| (Give me something to live for!)
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| Waiting my turn for so long…
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| I don’t wanna be on my own.
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| Give me something to pray for,
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| (Give me something to pray for!)
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| 'Cause we can’t do this alone.
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| And give me something to live for-
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| (Give me something to live for!)
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| Waiting my turn for so… long…
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| Don’t wanna be on my own. |