(Bolin/Tesar)
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This baggage handcuffed to my wrists
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I drag it everywhere i go
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Sometimes i fight you with my fists
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But if i knew which way was home
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Before the karma cut me loose
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would bring me whisky and my water
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sometimes i get the blues
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Though i know i shouldnt oughta
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thats where i`d go
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Run down ghost trail, no chance of love
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no sign of life, just wild dogs howlin in the night
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oh, that's what i like
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Before the karma cut me free
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im sick of my own company
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sometimes i miss the boat
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most times i miss my home
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thats where i`d go
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if i new which way was home
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Run down ghost trail, no chance of love
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no sign of life
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Just wild dogs howlin' in the night
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Hear `em howl...
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Wild dogs
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| Deep Purple |
