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Dark weekends in the sun out on Chelsea Road |
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Descending the stairs, Frankie, my one |
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Check your makeup in the mirror c'mon babe let's go |
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We'll dance 'round this dirty town 'til the night is all done |
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Let all the finer things sleep alone tonight |
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Let all the minor kings lose their thrones tonight |
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Don't worry about us, baby, we'll be alright |
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Well everybody's dying, this town's closing down |
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They're all sittin' down at the courthouse waiting for 'em to take the flag down |
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I see strange flashes in the sky up above |
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Gonna spend the night at the drive-in with the one that I love |
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At dusk the stars all appear on the screen |
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Yeah, just like they do each night in my dreams |
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But tonight's no dream, Frankie, I can feel myself too |
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Well now and forever my love is for you |
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Walk softly tonight little stranger |
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Yeah into these shadows we're passing through |
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Talk softly tonight, little angel |
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You make all my dream worlds come true |
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Well lately I've been standing out in the freezing rain |
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Readin' them want ads out on Chelsea Road |
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I'm winging down the street in search of new games |
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Hustling through these nightlights' diamond glow |
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Well Frankie I don't know what I'm gonna find |
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Maybe nothing at all, maybe a world I can call mine |
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Shining like these streetlights down here on the strand |
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Bright as the rain in the palm of your hand |
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Walk softly tonight, little stranger |
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Into the shadows where lovers go |
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Talk softly to me, little angel |
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Whisper your secrets so soft and low |
