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I'm sittin' there by the girl with the golden hair, |
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ruby lips, poppin' gum, an electric stare |
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Dashboard lights glowing red and the moonlight catching on her pretty head |
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Black leather, lace, belt buckle grease |
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In my white Cadillac, may it rust in peace |
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On a yellow dying lawn, while the radio plays a crackling song |
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I'll rust with you |
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I'll rust with every one of you |
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Nostalgic nights |
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Have got me feelin' its all |
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gone (gone, gone) to rust |
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It's all gone (gone, gone) to rust |
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Swing skirt, fishnets and a broken dream |
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Blue petrol flame makes the jukebox scream |
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The cool cats all are crying, cause the records are all burnt and dying |
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Leopard high tops lift into the sky |
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Fingerless gloved hands pulling me to fly |
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In the winter cold she kisses, and vanishes despite my wishes. |
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I'll rust with you |
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I'll rust with every one of you |
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Nostalgic nights |
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Have got me feelin' its all |
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gone (gone, gone) to rust |
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It's all gone (gone, gone) to rust |
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Baby don't keep me waiting |
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On this memory |
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The years and tears have gone and turned you |
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into ash you see |
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It's all gone |
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To rust |
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The mall shop's a derelict skeleton |
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The disco's dead and the hop is done |
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The raves are flickering out, and your future flings follow en route |
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Let's drive the Cadillac into the sea |
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It's got transmission in my memory |
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Reminiscing in retrograde will fuel our pointless escapade |
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I'll rust with you |
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I'll rust with every one of you |
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Nostalgic nights |
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Have got me feelin' its all |
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gone (gone, gone) to rust |
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It's all gone (gone, gone) to rust |
