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My will is an ambulance on emergency call

All I want to do is leave this little city that's closing on me.
I shift left, I shift right.
And in the restless night-
I lay like a leopard, left to rot, knowing I will never she'd these spots



Credits
Writer(s): James B. Cobb Jr., Buddy Buie, Emory Gordy
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