| And I am coming home to you If it's the last thing that I do. |
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| I am gonna make it through this year if it kills me. |
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| we're gonna sail through the night sky like a pair of bottle rockets |
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| I got joy joy joy in my soul tonight
 I got joy joy joy in my arms alright 
You really got a hold on me |
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| Like a trashcan fire in a prison cell Like the search lights in the parking lots of hell 

I will walk down to the end with you If you will come all the way down with me
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