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It all started here, she was a girl form the midwest |
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He was a stranger in a strange land |
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Same old story |
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He came for the glory |
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She came looking for a young man's hand |
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But they found bright lights |
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And endless nights |
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And men just used her innocent ways |
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He found it all so pretty, hypnotized by the city |
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They lost sight of the reason |
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They lost count of the days |
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And they were two souls searching for each other |
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One spirit looking for the other |
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Caught between a hard hard place and a rock |
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Two souls searching for heaven |
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Rolling the dice looking for a seven |
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To the tick, tick, ticking of time |
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Gotta beat the clock |
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Too many nights on the ledge |
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He acquired a knife-edge |
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Still the city didn't acquiesce to his demands |
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Some nights she cried for pity in the heart of the city |
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The city smacked her hands |
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He met her one endless night |
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Her eyes had a light |
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There was something familiar about the smell of her skin |
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He held her tighter and tighter |
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As he danced inside her |
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She knew from the moment that she let him in |
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They'd been two souls searching for each other |
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One spirit looking for the other |
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Caught between a hard hard place and a rock |
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Two souls searching for heaven |
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Rolling the dice looking for a seven |
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To the tick, tick, ticking of time |
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Gotta beat the clock |
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Beat the clock |
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Beat the clock |
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Beat the clock |
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Two souls searching for each other |
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One spirit looking for the other |
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Caught between a hard hard place and a rock |
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Two souls searching for heaven |
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Rolling the dice looking for a seven |
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To the tick, tick, ticking of time |
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Gotta beat the clock |
