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Well, the screen door slams, Mary's dress waves |
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Like a vision she dances across the porch as the radio plays |
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Roy Orbison |
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is singing for the lonely |
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Hey, that's me, I want you only |
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Don't turn me home again, I just can't face myself alone again |
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So don't you run back inside, darling, 'cause you know just what I'm here for |
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And you're scared and you're thinking that maybe we're not that young anymore |
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Well, show a little faith, 'cause there's magic in the night |
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You ain't a beauty, hey, alright |
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Oh, and that's alright with me |
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Now you can hide underneath the covers and study your pain |
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Make crosses from your lovers and throw roses in the rain |
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You can waste your summers praying in vain |
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For a savior to rise from these streets |
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Oh, I'm no hero, and that's understood |
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All the redemption I can offer, girl, is beneath this dirty hood |
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We got a chance to make it good somehow |
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Well, what else can we do now? |
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Except roll down the window and let the wind blow back our hair |
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This night's busted open, and these two lanes can take us anywhere |
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We got one last chance to make it real |
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To trade in these wings on some wheels |
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Climb in back, darling, now heaven is waiting down on the tracks |
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So, oh-oh, come take my hand |
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We're riding out tonight to case the promised land |
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Oh-oh-oh-oh, Thunder Road, oh, Thunder Road |
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Oh, Thunder Road |
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Well it's lying out there like a killer in the sun |
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And I know that it's late, but we can make it if we run |
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Oh-oh-oh-oh, Thunder Road |
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Sit tight, take hold, Thunder Road |
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Well, I got this guitar and I learned how to make it talk |
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And my car's out back if you're ready to take that long, long walk |
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From your front porch to my front seat |
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The door's open but the ride ain't free |
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And I know you're lonely for things that I haven't spoken |
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But tonight we'll be free, all the promises will be broken |
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There were ghosts in the eyes of all the boys that you sent away |
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They haunt these dusty beach roads in the skeleton frames of burned out Chevrolets |
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And they scream your name at night in the street |
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The graduation gown lies in rags at their feet |
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And in the lonely cold before dawn |
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You hear the engines roaring on |
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But when you get to the porch they're gone |
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On the wind |
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So Mary climb in |
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This is a town full of losers, I'm-a pulling out of here to win |
