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             slow turning  | 
        
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             When
            I was a boy,  | 
        
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             I
            thought it just came to ya'  | 
        
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             But
            I never could tell what's mine  | 
        
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             So
            it didn't matter anyway  | 
        
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             My
            only pride and joy  | 
        
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             Was
            this racket down here  | 
        
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             Bangin'
            on an old guitar  | 
        
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             And
            singin' what I had to say  | 
        
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             I
            always thought our house was haunted  | 
        
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             But
            nobody said boo to me  | 
        
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             I
            never did get what I wanted  | 
        
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             Now
            I get what I need  | 
        
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             CHORUS:  | 
        
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             It's
            been a slow turnin'  | 
        
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             From
            the inside out  | 
        
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             A
            slow turnin'  | 
        
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             But
            you come about  | 
        
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             Slow
            learnin'  | 
        
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             But
            you learn to sway  | 
        
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             A
            slow turnin' baby  | 
        
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             Not
            fade away  | 
        
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                | 
        
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             Now
            I'm in my car  | 
        
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             I
            got the radio on  | 
        
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             I'm
            yellin' at the kids in the back seat  | 
        
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             'Cause
            they're bangin' like Charlie Watts  | 
        
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                | 
        
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             You
            think you've come so far  | 
        
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             In
            this one horse town  | 
        
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             Then
            she's laughin' that crazy laugh  | 
        
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             'Cause
            you haven't left the parkin' lot  | 
        
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             Time
            is short and here's the damn thing about it  | 
        
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             You're
            gonna die, gonna die for sure  | 
        
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             And
            you can learn to life with love or without it  | 
        
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             But
            there ain't no cure  | 
        
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             There's
            just a...  | 
        
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             REPEAT
            CHORUS  |