[ti:Country Road]
[ar:Adam Green]
[al:Gemstones]
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[00:00.88]Back in the summer of ＇91
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[00:04.18]An angel with a lizard＇s tongue
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[00:09.05]Was screming for a holy broken nose
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[00:15.88]Linked to every class of men
[00:18.49]Sprung out from the sparkling sins
[00:23.43]Leaning on the cold electric stove
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[00:28.42]On a country road I swerved to the side
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[00:34.21]Trying to avoid a country bumpkin
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[00:40.60]Everyone＇s in line to meet with the man
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[00:46.14]Who blatantly inspired his generation
[00:51.64]
[00:52.45]When they shake his hand and their fingers explode
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[00:58.41]Breaking both our necks by the tips of our toes
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[01:04.53]Then they turn to me  cause you died I suppose
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[01:10.51]But I can＇t seem to glance fast enough to be sure
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[01:17.01]Back to summer days  cold hands on the beach
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[01:22.68]Memories of thrills designed to please you
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[01:28.98]Down the fragrant path I strayed towards the bath
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[01:34.98]Suddenly I lived to learn to feed you
[01:41.16]Down on bended knee  where I＇ve been for a while
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[01:47.09]Set the record straight in the old fashioned style
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[01:53.53]Never took too much  though I should have made more
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[01:59.16]You are still my friend  though you were not before