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Young girl feeling pretty wild |
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Young girl in the band |
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Rolling into another town |
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Living the best they can |
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Across the street, a music store |
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She gotta find a brand new axe |
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And there he was, that blue guitar |
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He was staring her right back |
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Staring her right back |
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She held him close and he felt just fine |
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He warmed her up - she know he was just right |
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Together they cut right through the night |
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She made herself a local scene |
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And man that axe |
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Could sing and scream |
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Crying for that big breakthrough |
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Only small time local news |
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Just about to pack it in |
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Mr. Money Biz rolled in |
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Paid the way - broke the band |
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A living one night stand |
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A living one night stand |
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She held him close and he felt just fine |
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He warmed her up - she know he was just right |
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Together they cut right through the night |
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Like touching fire |
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Like holding desire |
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Like touching fire |
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Like holding desire |
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Take this platinum, take this gold |
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Burn too hot, it turns you cold |
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Nothin' left to hold on to |
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But that guitar was always true |
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That man was always true |
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She held him close and he felt just fine |
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He warmed her up - she know he was just right |
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Together they cut right through the night |
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Like touching fire |
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Like holding desire |
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Like touching fire |
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Like holding desire |
