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Used to stand on the corner of the street, |
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Watching the world go by. |
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Movin' on when the cops came along, |
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Looking 'em in the eye. |
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Young guys with stars in their eyes, |
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Trying to make ends meet. |
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Young guys with stars in their eyes, |
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Dancin' to the beat. |
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Running wild, |
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We were livin' on dreams. |
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Running wild, |
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Nothing's what it seems. |
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Running wild. |
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Holy show |
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Show , show |
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The Alley |
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Cats on a |
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Saturday night, |
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A rumble without a warning. |
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Woodbines and a bottle of wine, |
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And no school in the morning. |
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Hot stuff, we acted so tough, |
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We knew how to take a heed. |
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Paying the dues by singing the blues, |
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And dancin' to the beat. |
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Running wild, |
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We were livin' on dreams. |
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Running wild, |
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Nothing's what it seems. |
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Running wild, |
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We were livin' on dreams. |
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Running wild, |
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Nothing's what it seems. |
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Just like an ocean in motion |
