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Well I rush out blazin' |
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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 |
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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 |
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There's a madness in my soul tonight |
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Can't let go |
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Must ride like the storm |
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Can't let go |
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Will I run out of control tonight |
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Can't let go |
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Until every trace is gone |
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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 |
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Sometimes the world outside'll take you in |
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With just a smile |
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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 |
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But I can take it I'm hangin'on |
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Can't let go |
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There's a madness in my soul tonight |
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Can't let go |
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Must ride it like the storm |
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Can't let go |
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Will I run out of control tonight |
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Can't let go |
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Until every trace is gone |
