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Down in Hollywood Going down in Hollywood You better hope that you don't run out of gas He'll drag you right out of your car and kick your ass They're standing on a corner waiting for a sucker like you Now, if you want to stay healthy just keep a-moving

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I I said, "Oh, go Johnny, Johnny B. Goode tonight," yeah Deep down in Jamaica, close to Mandeville Back up in the woods, on top of a hill There stood an old hut made of earth and wood There lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode He never learned to read

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What were all those dreams we shared Those many years ago? What were all those plans we made now Left beside the road? Behind us in the road More than friends, I I always pledged Cause friends they come and go People change, as does everything I I wanted to

That's how I I got to Memphis That's how I I got to Memphis If you love somebody enough You'll follow wherever they go You'll go where your heart wants to go I I know if you'd seen her you'd tell me 'cause you are my friend I I've got to find her and find out

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