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There's enough of us here |
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To make a go at the money |
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If your intentions are clear enough |
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There's nobody watchin' |
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I have seen all the blacktop boys |
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Running through the streets tonight |
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They're chasing down all the west side girls |
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Jumpin' turnstiles for a free ride |
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But no one seems to hear the music' |
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Cause no one listens to the band anymore |
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So when the night is through |
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We lay down in spinning rooms |
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With love waiting outside the door |
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She thinks we're just makin' a movie |
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But this is almost real life |
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Where we bleed here |
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We bleed everywhere |
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He's got his hands on the wheel now |
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The great big wheel |
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He's turning everything around |
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But she's not coming down |
