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Getting crazy on the waltzers but it's the life that I choose |
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Sing about the sixblade sing about the switchback and a torture tattoo |
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And I been riding on a ghost train, where the cars they scream and slam |
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And I don't know where I'll be tonight but I'd always tell you where I am |
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In a screaming ring of faces I seen her standing in the light |
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She had a ticket for the races |
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Yea just like me she was a victim of the night |
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I put my hand upon the lever, said let it rock and let it roll |
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I had a one arm bandit fever |
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There was an arrow through my heart and my soul |
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And the big wheel keep on turning |
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Neon burning up above |
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And I'm just high on the world |
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Come on and take a low ride with me girl |
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On the tunnel of love |
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Yea love |
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It's just a danger, when you're riding at your own risk |
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She said, "You are the perfect stranger" |
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She said, "Baby just keep it like this" |
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It's just a cake walk, twisting baby step right up and say |
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"Hey mister, give me two, give me two now |
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'Cause any two can play" |
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And the big wheel on turning |
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Neon burning up above |
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And I'm just high on the world |
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Come on and take a low ride with me girl |
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On the tunnel of love |
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Oh love, love |
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Well it's been money for muscle on a another whirligig |
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Money for muscle and another girl I dig |
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Another hustle just to, just to make it big |
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And rockaway, rockaway |
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Oh rockaway, rockaway |
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And girl it looks so pretty to me, like it always did |
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Oh, like the Spanish city to me, when we were kids |
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Oh, girl it looks so pretty to me, just like it always did |
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Oh like the Spanish city to me, when we were kids |
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(Woh la) |
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Check it out |
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She took off a silver locket |
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She said remember me by this |
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She put her hand in my pocket |
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I got a keepsake and a kiss |
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And in the roar of dust and diesel |
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I stood and watched her walk away |
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I could have caught up with her easy enough |
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But something must have made me stay |
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And the big wheel keep on turning |
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Neon burning up above |
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And I'm just high on the world |
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Come on and take a low ride with me girl |
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On the tunnel of love |
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Yea love, love |
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On the tunnel of love |
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Wo love, love |
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Yea I am searchin' through these carrousels |
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And the carnival arcade, searching everywhere |
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From steeplechase to ballastades |
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In any shooting galleries where promises are made |
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To rockaway, rockaway |
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Oh rockaway, rockaway |
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From color coats to whitney bay |
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And to rockaway |
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And girl it looks so pretty to me, like it always did |
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Oh, like the Spanish city to me, when we were kids |
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Oh, girl it looks so pretty to me, like it always did |
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Oh like the Spanish city to me, when we were kids |
