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Well he, ended up here Heading, from way past there And he's, tried to make it something And he's, knew he had the way Well that six string was a ticket Out of town and for a ride To those, high rise and all those dreams Concrete and palm trees, is all he'd seen To those, high rise and all those dreams Concrete and palm trees, thought he'd seen Well he, met all bad kids And he, fell in just fine And all, match the road to him He was, right there on time But that cocaine and the cheever Took him out and that's for sure To those, high rise and all those dreams Concrete and palm trees, thought he'd seen To those, high rise and all those dreams Concrete and palm trees, thought he'd seen Well he, end up in jail In a, 10 by 10 cell Feeling, full jones withdrawl Feeling, a lot like hell But his guitar was the ticket yes Out of this mess, out alive Well he, finally made and wound up clean Concrete and palm trees, were pretty sweet Well he, finally made and wound up clean Concrete and palm trees, were pretty sweet High rise and all those streets Concrete and palm trees, were bitter sweet High rise and all those streets Concrete and palm trees, were bitter sweet |
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