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Written by ricky & marty wilde |
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Looking out a dirty old window |
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Down below the cars in the |
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City go rushing by |
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I sit here alone |
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And i wonder why |
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Friday night and everyone's moving |
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I can fell the heat |
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But it's shooting |
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Heading down |
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I search for the beat in this dirty town |
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Down town the young ones are going |
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Down town the young ones are growing |
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Chorus : |
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We're the kids in america (x 2) |
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Everybody live for the music-go-round |
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Bright lights the music gets faster |
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Look boy, don't check on your watch |
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Not another glance |
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I'm not leaving now, honey not a chance |
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Hot-shot, give me no problems |
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Much later baby you'll be saying never mind |
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You know life is cruel, life is never kind |
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Kind hearts don't make a new story |
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Kind hearts don't grab any glory |
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Ch. |
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Come closer, honey that's better |
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Got to get a brand new experience |
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Feeling right |
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Oh don't try to stop baby |
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Hold me tight |
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Outside a new day is dawning |
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Outside sububia's sprawling everywhere |
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I don't want to go baby |
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New york to east california |
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There's a new wave coming i warn you |
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Ch. |
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We're the kids |
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We're the kids |
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We're the kids in america |
