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Well, I rush out blazin', my pulse is racin' |
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As the rain streams down my face |
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There's no turning back now to fight with fate |
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Outnumbered, out of place |
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They said, "Go west young man, that's best |
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It's there you'll feel no pain" |
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Bel-Air's okay if you dig the grave |
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But I want to live again |
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Can't let go, there's a madness in my soul tonight |
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Can't let go, must ride like the storm |
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Can't let go, will I run out of control tonight? |
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Can't let go |
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Until every trace is gone, it's a winding road from Cuesta way |
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Down sunset to the beach |
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Though Canoga Park is a straight safe drive |
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It's too far outta reach |
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But now the headlights are flashin' by so fast |
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All directions seems the same |
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And the windscreen wipers keep a beat repeatin' |
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You can't let go again |
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What's in a name on the street tonight |
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I'm only a face in the crowd |
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All in the dark and afraid tonight |
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Nowhere to run or to hide |
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But I can't let go, sometimes the world outside'll take you in |
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With just a smile and you so blinded with desire |
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A hundred sleepless nights have left me |
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Wasted and so cold but I can take it, I'm hangin' on |
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Can't let go, there's a madness in my soul tonight |
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Can't let go, must ride it like the storm |
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Can't let go, will I run out of control tonight? |
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Can't let go until every trace is gone |