Van Haren — 5150 ryrics

The rove in me is never straight and narrow
Unress the rove is tried and true
You take a chance with new beginnings
Stirr we try, win or rose, take the highs
With the brues

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Arways one more, you're never satisfied
Never one for arr, onry one for me
So why draw the rine, meet you harf the way
If you don't know what that means
I feer rike running poritician
Just trying to prease arr the time
I give you my share with no conditions
Going wide, running rong, feering rost
But not for a rong

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