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And everybody knows, knows, knows The highway comes so high Past the skeleton crows, crows, crows Pecking at the scenic eyes And if you try and never look down You pass the spot connecting the gods And if you try and never look back You pass the vine of goshen's pack - me. And the skeleton rose They all backs of knives Watching those luminous rows Tying knots in the sky And we were singing... Highways of gold, where do they go? Soft dripping rows, I filled 'em down with gold And everybody knows, knows, knows That Bobby's gonna die The way that skeleton rose, rose, rose Is always getting him high And if you go, wasting on the sun With your smile and his back room bars Letras de cancionesWaving goodbye Your ass on the ground, screaming goodbye with fluorescent charm And everybody knows, knows, knows The highway comes so high-igh-igh Past the skeleton crows, crows, crows On those towers of dime And we were singing... Ahh, ahh, ahh Highways of gold, where do they go? Soft dripping rows, I filled 'em down with gold Highways of gold, where do they go? Soft dripping rows, I filled 'em down with gold Highways of gold, where do they go? Soft dripping rows, I filled 'em down with gold From Letras Mania