The Badlees - The Real Thing lyrics

They met up in Rockport

Where the moon rose early and the days were short

And the miles between were still too many to mention

The Blue Ridge rides at starfall

Oh, the epic scope of it all

Those days before the double-edged blade of contention

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Sometimes passion's like a cigarette

Burning clean out 'fore it really takes wing

But you always fly high for a little while

When you think you've got the real thing

He moved in for the long haul

The '81 Hog, the guitar and all

They got an apartment, a conversation piece

But the big spark dimmed substantial

You know it's always financials

That give the portrait of happiness its nasty crease

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Sometimes they'd find common ground

Some days he'd run to where he couldn't be found

A ride in the pines can truly inspire

The need for a soul to come clean from a waning desire

He laid there deciding

What side of a man should come out of hiding

While she laid there, the key to his conventions

She had brought some changes

But how could he pretend with all these empty pages

And the miles to go, still too many to mention

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Do you think you got the real thing