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| 3:17 | 
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| 2. |
| 3:11 |
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| 3. |
| 2:36 |
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| 4. |
| 3:25 |
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| 5. |
| 4:49 |
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| 6. |
| 3:30 |
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| 7. |
| 0:67 |
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| 8. |
| 0:50 |
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| 9. |
| 4:18 |
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| 10. |
| 4:19 |
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| 11. |
| 3:34 | 
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Well the downtown whores are calling my name, but I'm just walking blind
Yeah the weak and the poor struggle to claim my uncaring mind These woes of mortal men, these worthless things of the world Well I don't care and I won't pretend 'cause tonight I'm mad at a girl Every stranger's face seems like it holds more than it reveals Every street I pace sparkles with gold, but that's not how it feels I stand on the river's rim, but I'm not searching for pearls Just finding a hole as deep as I'm in, 'cause tonight I'm mad at a girl No, I don't need a close friend's ear, that gut spilling stuff is for squares And I never go around mirrors, I don't wanna see someone that cares I've gone miles dodging the blame, torn these soles apart I've raked my nails over the name that I wear on my heart And I've swallowed pride enough to make my stomach curl Yeah tomorrow I'll be begging for love, but tonight I'm mad at a girl |
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| 12. |
| 0:39 |
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| 13. |
| 5:16 |
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| 14. |
| 3:46 |
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| 15. |
| 0:68 |
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| 16. |
| 2:15 |
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| 17. |
| 3:43 |
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| 18. |
| 3:10 |
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| 19. |
| 2:21 |
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| 20. |
| 0:47 |
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| 21. |
| 0:30 |
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| 22. |
| 4:46 |
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| 23. |
| 5:26 |
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| 24. |
| 2:40 |
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| 25. |
| 2:34 |
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| 26. |
| 2:51 |
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| 27. |
| 5:28 |
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Let's Kill Saturday Night
Well a dollar I make Is a buck I owe And a 40-hour week Leaves 10 to blow But every game in this town Is just a nickel-and-dime And when the sun goes down It feels like the last time So down the main drag we ride with the engines open If there's a fire inside, it's the one thing going I've got the Mustang loaded I've got a wrong to right I've got a little red bullet Let's kill Saturday night. Knock it out of its misery Nail that coffin tight High living that's history Let's kill Saturday night. Well the little man's lot Is a prince's life A prince with a lousy job A prince with a working wife Something in the big frame's moved Oh, it never was so hard To keep a 20 inch tube And a fenced-in yard But give me one night with the moon high and the radio pounding And, brother, this town's gonna go down kicking and shouting. |
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| 28. |
| 2:45 |
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| 29. |
| 3:38 |
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| 30. |
| 3:58 |
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| 31. |
| 4:30 |
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