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Rock And Roll Part Three,
With the jobs I've taken, the bones that I've broken
Seems nothing's the way that it used to be
Now it's over, I guess that I'm older
The proof is on paper in front of me
Write it down, sound it out (Oh, oh, oh, ohhhh)
Make it loud and this time make it count
I'm sorry for everything I did to you
I didn't mean it
Late for my own funeral as usual
I'm putting it down on paper
So I don't forget it all later
As if I could if I tried anyway
I'll say that I learned my lesson
But I'll make the same mistakes again
I think about this everyday
As I watch the towns fade through side view mirrors
With the jobs I've taken, the bones that I've broken
Seems nothing's the way that it used to be
Now it's over, I guess that I'm older
The proof is on paper in front of me
Write it down, sound it out (Oh, oh, oh, ohhhh)
Make it loud, make it count
I think about this everyday
We all get old and fade away
But through it all I won't forget you
I'm sorry for everything I did to you
I didn't mean it
Late for my own funeral as usual (x2)
You can give, you can take
But you might never find the answers
Moving on now to new situations
Not able to turn to what felt so right
Familiar faces, familiar places
You can't look or live at for one more night
Write it down, sound it out (Oh, oh, oh, ohhhh)
Make it count and this time make me proud
