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Hit ‘em high, hit ‘em low
The paper’s got me in a bright red glow
We don’t mind dust and smoke
Polish the rails that are leading us home
Fuel the flame, bellows blow
Fortunes of gold from an ancient cove
Hit ‘em high, hit ‘em low
The paper’s got me in a bright red glow
The hits come when I’m wagging my tongue
I’ll go as far as I can go
This life’s all that we’ve come to know
So bend the rules; nothing’s chipped in stone
I’m diggin’ the taste of the meat of my tongue
God only knows what I could become
I could be right or I could be wrong
God only knows what I could become
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