Little Cream Soda
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Well every highway that I go down
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Seems to be longer than the last one that i knew about
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Oh Well
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And every girl that I walk around
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Seems to be more of an illusion than the last one that I found
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Oh Well
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And this old man in front of me
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Wearing canes and ruby rings
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Is like containing an explosion when he sings
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But with every chance to set himself on fire
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He just ends up doing the same thing
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Well every beautiful thing i come across
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Tells me to stop moving and shake this riddle off
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Oh Well
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And there was a time when all I wanted was my
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Ice cream colder, and a little cream soda
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Oh Well, Oh Well
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And a wooden box, and an alley full of rocks
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was all i had to care about
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Oh Well, Oh Well, Oh Well
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But now my mind is filled with rubber tires
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and forest fires
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an whether i'm a liar
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and lots of other situations where I don't know
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what to do at which time god screams to me
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¡°there's nothing left for me to tell you¡±
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Oh Well, Oh Well, Oh Well
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Little Cream Soda
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The White Stripes |