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My heart is black, and my lips are cold |
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Cities on flame with rock and roll |
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Three thousand guitars they seem to cry |
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My ears will melt, and then my eyes |
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Let the girl, let that girl, rock and roll |
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Cities on flame now, with rock and roll |
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Gardens of nocturne, forbidden delights |
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Reins of steel, and it's alright |
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Cities on flame, with rock and roll |
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Marshal will buoy, but Fender control |
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So let the girl, let that girl rock and roll |
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Cities on flame now, with rock and roll |
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My heart is black, and my lips are cold |
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Cities on flame with rock and roll |
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Three thousand guitars they seem to cry |
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My ears will melt, and then my eyes |
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So let the girl, let that girl rock and roll |
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Cities on flame now, with rock and roll |