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(Hal Blair/Dan Robertson) |
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I took you home from a party and we kissed and burned |
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A few stolen kisses and no harm was done |
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Instead of stopping when we could we went right on |
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Til suddenly we found that the brakes were gone |
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Oh you belong to someone else and |
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I do too It's just crazy bein' here with you |
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Like a bad motorcycyle with the devil in the seat |
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Goin' ninety miles an hour down a dead end street |
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Goin' ninety miles an hour down a dead end street |
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I did not want to want you but now |
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I have no choice |
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To late to listen to that whining voice |
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All I hear is thunder when two hearts beat |
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Goin' ninety miles an hour down a dead end street |
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Goin' ninety miles an hour down a dead end street |
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Oh you're not free to belong to me |
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And you know that |
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I could never be your own |
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But your lips on mine |
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Oh, the sweet, sweet wine |
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What are we going to do |
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Warning signs are flashing everywhere we pay no heed |
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Instead of slowing down the pace we're picking up speed |
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Disaster's getting closer everytime we meet |
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Goin' ninety miles an hour down a dead end street |
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Goin' ninety miles an hour down a dead end street |
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Goin ninety miles an hour down a dead end street |
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Disaster's getting closer every time we meet |