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Take me down to the paradise city
Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty.
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Here's my gun for a barrel of fun ,
For the love of living death.
I was born in a hurricane Nothing to lose and everything to gain Ran before I walked Reaching for the top Out of control just like a runaway train I never walked on the narrow path I always wanted what I didn't have All was not enough Riding lady luck Driving in the fast lane and just stepped on the gas Cause I was raised on rock My dad was howling but my heart was a rolling stone Yeah I was raised on rock My mama said I had a devil to scratch my soul And I was raised on rock. Growing up with the guitar men Growing up way too fast Follow the sound of a rock'n'roll band This call will always last. And I was raised on rock.
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