Come in here, Dear boy, have a cigar...
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Long and weary my road has been
I was lost in the cities
Alone in the hills
No sorrow or pity for leaving I feel...
Friends and liars don't wait for me...
See me drivin down the street,
I'm bored with looking good.
I got both hands off the wheel,
The cops are coming.
I'm listening to the music with no fear,
You can hear it too if your sincere...
Enciendo el motor, enciendo el estéreo, enciendo un cigarro y el viaje inicia.
Come in here, Dear boy, have a cigar.
You're gonna go far,
You're gonna fly high,
You're never gonna die,
You're gonna make it, if you try;
They're gonna love you.