Where The Wild Things Are

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My big brother rode an Indian Scout 
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It was black like his jacket 
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American Spirit hangin' outta his mouth 
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Just like our daddy 
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He kicked-started that bike one night and broke Mama's heart 
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He pointed that headlight west 
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Out where the wild things are 


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He'd call me up every couple of weeks 
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From South California 
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Talk about the desert and the Joshua Tree 
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And his pretty girl stories 
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How he bought an Airstream trailer and a J-45 guitar 
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Said, "Little brother, you'd love it out here 
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Out where the wild things are" 


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Oh, it's hearts on fire and crazy dreams 
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Oh, the nights ignite like gasoline 
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And light up those streets that never sleep when the sky goes dark 
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Out where the wild things are 


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I called my brother from the back of that plane 
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The second I made it 
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We started drinkin' on the strip in LA 
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And then it got crazy 
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Ended up at a house in the hills with some Hollywood stars 
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Kissin' on a blonde in a backyard pool 
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Out where the wild things are 

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Couple iron horse rebels 
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Wild as the devil 
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I knew I had to move back east 
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Said goodbye to my brother 
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At the end of that summer 
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But I knew he'd never leave 


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Oh, it's hearts on fire and crazy dreams 
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Oh, the nights ignite like gasoline 
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And oh, them Indian Scouts, man, they're built for speed 
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And oh, they said he hit that guardrail at half past three 
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Lit up those streets that never sleep when the sky goes dark 
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We buried him out in the wind 'neath the West Coast stars 
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Out where the wild things are 

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Out where the wild things are