I fought The Man and won my freedom-you can keep your accolades, I don't need 'em
no shackles bind and tie me down- what goes around sure comes around
don't cry for me Miss Argentina-there's no beer left in this cantina
desert dust done left me dry-come on baby, it's time to fly

we're still young and we got all the time in the world
we're still young and we got all the time in the world

come on with me, come on with me
come on by my side
come on with me, come on with me
come on, take this ride
I've waited all my life to leave
I'm just asking you to believe in me

these southern nights, they make me sad-I want to see those L.A. lights so bad
like the gold reflections in your eyes-by the company of fireflies
you're lovely, lovely this much is true-and I will take good care of you
don't need the man that made you cry-come on baby, it's time to fly

baby, baby let me see you smile-we cross the state line in one more mile

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