Из альбома: Before the Frost... Until the Freeze

Rust on my pickups and blood on the stage
Seeds in the ashtray and coke on a blade
NYC delivers, that’s a guarantee
The only thing that keep the day from me Line at the bathroom, line at the bar
Take it outside, do the rest in the car
Hard candy babies in a bright light fright
Rock and roll rat race everybody’s uptight, that’s right
Ain’t your saint, ain’t your enemy
I’m a long shadow on the highway
I know this ain’t how it’s supposed to be Baby, I ain’t hiding
(Ooh, ooh)
(Ooh, ooh)
Stayed on the dance floor 'cause you can’t find the door
Can’t run out 'cause there’s always more
Keep on rocking 'cause it’s not even four
Turn up the bass until your ears get sore
Ain’t your saint, ain’t your enemy
I’m a long shadow on the highway
I know this ain’t how it’s s’posed to be Baby, I ain’t hiding
(Ooh, ooh)
(Ooh, ooh)
(Ooh, ooh)
(Ooh, ooh)
Ain’t your saint, ain’t your enemy
I’m a long shadow on the highway
I know this ain’t how it’s supposed to be Baby, I ain’t hiding
Baby, I ain’t hiding
Baby, I ain’t hiding

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