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Hey there kid on my shoulder Watch your boots on my guitar Finish already did, that painting On the top of police car S T O O G E S Solidarity Raw Power and Progress That's the message I pass on To my imaginary son, imaginary son Hey there kid on my shoulder Watch your boots on my guitar Finish already that painting On the top of police car S T O O G E S Raw Power and Progress That's the message I pass on To my imaginary son, imaginary son, imaginary son Kid, I was made in 70s under big rusty star But air was so full of melodies, it could heal any scar There was always somewhere else to go There was always someone new to know No one ever had a car But everyone was a superstar Hey there kid on my shoulder Them are legions we are one Finish already that painting On the top of police car We go to Europe, like it's our kitchen Then our Garage USA through Brazil heavenly gardens Back to Gorby of Ukraine But we both know that you and me Is our favourite country So the show won't be a wreck We gotta get back to sound check And my imaginary son Hey there kid on my shoulders Them, are legions we are one Finish already that painting On the top of police car Finish already that painting On the top of police car S T O O G E S Raw Power and Progress And that's the message I pass on To my imaginary son, to my imaginary son And keep in mind the en passant
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