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She strides down 7th |
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StreetSmokey night, summer heat |
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Commotion, concrete fires |
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Where neon souls are burning |
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His whole life, a hung jury |
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She was the crime, |
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Wheel's gonna pay |
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She's got blue steel, cocked and locked |
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She is justice and justice is burning |
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She's turning the tables upside down |
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She's like a flame, she's burning higher |
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She's like a house on fire |
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A house on fire |
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Wheel feels lucky, drinking blind |
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One track mind, sheer distraction |
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Steps on cracks, breaking backs |
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Nothing is sacred on the other side |
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He turn left, she turn right |
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They both step through the veil of night |
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Cold blue steel reflection |
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And Wheel's got nowhere to hide |
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She's turning the tables upside down |
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She's like a flame, she's burning higher |
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She's like a house on fire, a house on fire |
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House on fire, house on fire |
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Players of passion playing with fire |
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Streetlights are flashing, who are they for? |
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Fisted love fueling fantasy |
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Is love worth the price he's asking for? |
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She's turning the tables upside down |
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She's like a flame, she's burning higher |
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Like a house on fire |
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Just like a house on fire |
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You keep playing with matches, baby |
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You're gonna burn whole world down |
