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[Verse] |
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Homecoming queen, about to turn 18 |
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Just a couple of months younger than |
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That wanna be James Dean |
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She can wait, just say when |
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She ain't gonna leave a note |
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She ain't gonna tell a friend |
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He smeared the rain on the black top |
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She heard a banshee in the wind |
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[Chorus] |
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Hey, hey, hey darling please |
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Let's put this hard times into breeze |
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Let's go find a little breathing room |
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Maybe in the light of a crimson moon |
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[Verse] |
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He was named after the hurricane |
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Bloom through in 79 and he did just 'bout the same |
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Ain't no point no way of living it down |
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Standing at the crossroads |
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At the sideways one like town |
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Screamed Oh Lord is the only sound she make |
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She climbs on and wraps her hands around his waist |
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[Chorus] |
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Hey, hey, hey darling please |
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Let's put this hard times into breeze |
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Let's go find a little breathing room |
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Maybe in the light of a crimson moon |
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[Bridge] |
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Nothing worse, the hair left behind |
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Just two lost souls they go running off into the night |
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They felt the fire of running on two wheels |
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If they don't stop tonight Lord knows they never will |
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[Chorus] |
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Hey, hey, hey darling please |
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Let's put this hard times into breeze |
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Let's go find a little breathing room |
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Maybe in the light of a crimson moon |