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Geetar strummers, street racers, dealers, wheelers, crooks and saints, bombshells, bombardiers, a wordsmiths' worth, scrapers, shapers, dons, pawns, we were all kings and queens when the timing was right, when the light was written and all sins forgiven in a moments of bliss, a breeze caresses your skin as ya give in to the plight, sing out every thing is gonna be alright, sippin' until the stars drop dew in the blue night