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The screen door slams |
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Mary's dress waves |
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Like a vision she dances across the porch |
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As the radio plays |
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Roy Orbison singing for the lonely |
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Hey that's me and I want you only |
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Don't turn me home again |
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I just can't face myself alone again |
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Don't run back inside, darling |
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You know just what I'm here for |
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So you're scared and you're thinking |
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That maybe we ain't that young anymore |
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Show a little faith |
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There's magic in the night |
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You ain't a beauty, but hey you're alright |
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Oh and that's alright with me |
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You can hide 'neath your covers and study your pain |
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Make crosses from your lovers, throw roses in the rain |
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Waste your summer praying in vain |
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For a savior to rise from these streets |
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Well now I'm no hero, that's understood |
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All the redemption I can offer, girl is beneath this dirty hood |
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With a chance to make it good somehow |
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Hey what else can we do now |
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Except roll down the window |
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And let the wind blow back your hair |
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Well the night's busted open |
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These two lanes will 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 |
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Heaven's waiting down on the tracks |
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And that's, oh come take my hand |
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Riding out tonight to case the promised land |
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Oh, thunder road, oh, thunder road |
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It's lying out there like a killer in the sun |
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Hey I know it's late we can make it if we run |
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Oh thunder road, sit tight take hold, thunder road |
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Well I got this guitar |
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And I learned how to make it talk |
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And my car's out back |
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If you're ready to take that 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, it ain't free |
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And I know you're lonely for words that I ain't spoken |
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But tonight we'll be free, all the promises'll be broken |
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There were ghosts in the eyes |
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Of all the boys you sent away |
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They haunt this dusty beach road |
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In the skeleton frames of burned out Chevrolets |
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They scream your name at night in the street |
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Your graduation gown lies in rags at their feet |
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And in the lonely cool before dawn |
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From here you hear their engines roaring on |
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But when you get to the porch, they're gone |
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On the wind, so Mary climb in |
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It's a town full of losers |
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And I'm pulling out of here to win |