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20 years down the road we grow old and say lyrice
20 years down the road we grow old and say lyrice







20 years down the road we grow old and say lyrice

It's all night pourin', pourin', pourin', Ran into a rainstorm, I ducked back into Novato.

20 years down the road we grow old and say lyrice

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20 years down the road we grow old and say lyrice