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| Nobody Knows Deeking down the highway Trying to find a new way Too many thoughts keep flying round in my head Deeking down the highway Check it out anyway I think I’d rather be rocking instead I think I’d rather be rocking instead Cause nobody knows what it’s like to be dead Deeking down the highway Check it out anyway Too many thoughts still flying round in my head Deeking down the highway Try to make it anyway Not enough dough to butter my bread Not enough dough to butter my bread But nobody knows what it’s like to be dead Deeking down the highway Trying to find a new way Too many thoughts keep flying round in my head Deeking down the highway Check it out anyway I think I’d rather be rocking instead I think I’d rather be rocking instead Cause nobody knows what it’s like to be Words and music by Brodie Lodge © (p) dum spero spiro/bug music |
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