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The
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screen
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door
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slams
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Mary's
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dress
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waves
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Like
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a
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vision
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she
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dances
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across
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the
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porch
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as
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the
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radio
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plays
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Roy
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Orbison
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singing
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for
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the
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lonely
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Hey
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that's
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me
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and
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I
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want
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you
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only
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Don't
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turn
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me
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home
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again
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I
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just
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can't
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face
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myself
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alone
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again
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Don't
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run
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back
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inside
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Darling
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you
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know
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just
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what
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I'm
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here
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for
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So
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you're
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scared
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and
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you're
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thinking
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that
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maybe
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we
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ain't
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that
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young
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anymore
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Show
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a
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little
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faith
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there's
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magic
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in
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the
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night
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you
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ain't
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a
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beauty
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but
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hey
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you're
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alright
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Oh
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and
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that's
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alright
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with
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me
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You
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can
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hide
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'neath
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your
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covers
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and
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study
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your
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pain
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Make
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crosses
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from
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your
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lovers
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throw
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roses
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in
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the
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rain
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Waste
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your
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summer
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praying
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in
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vain
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For
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a
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saviour
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to
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rise
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from
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these
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streets
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Well
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now
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I'm
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no
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hero
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that's
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understood
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All
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the
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redemption
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I
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can
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offer
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girl
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is
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beneath
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this
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dirty
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hood
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With
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a
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chance
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to
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make
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it
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good
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somehow
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Hey
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what
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else
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can
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we
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do
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now?
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Except
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roll
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down
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the
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window
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and
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let
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the
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wind
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blow
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back
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your
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hair
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Well
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the
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night's
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busting
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open
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These
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two
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lanes
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will
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take
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us
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anywhere
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We
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got
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one
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last
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chance
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to
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make
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it
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real
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To
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trade
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in
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these
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wings
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on
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some
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wheels
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Climb
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in
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back
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heaven's
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waiting
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down
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on
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the
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tracks
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Oh-oh
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come
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take
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my
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hand
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We're
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riding
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out
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tonight
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to
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case
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the
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promised
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land
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Oh-oh
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Thunder
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Road
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oh
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Thunder
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Road
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oh
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Thunder
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Road
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Lying
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out
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there
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like
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a
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killer
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in
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the
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sun
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Hey
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I
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know
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it's
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late
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we
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can
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make
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it
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if
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we
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run
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Oh
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Thunder
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Road
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sit
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tight
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take
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hold
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Thunder
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Road
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Well
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I
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got
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this
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guitar
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and
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I
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learned
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how
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to
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make
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it
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talk
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And
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my
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car's
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out
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back
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if
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you're
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ready
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to
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take
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that
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long
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walk
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From
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your
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front
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porch
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to
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my
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front
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seat
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The
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door's
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open
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but
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the
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ride
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ain't
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free
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And
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I
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know
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you're
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lonely
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Lyrics
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for
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words
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that
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I
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ain't
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spoken
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But
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tonight
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we'll
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be
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free
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all
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the
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promises'll
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be
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broken
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There
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were
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ghosts
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in
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the
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eyes
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of
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all
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the
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boys
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you
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sent
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away
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They
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haunt
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this
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dusty
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beach
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road
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in
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the
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skeleton
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frames
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of
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burned
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out
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Chevrolets
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They
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scream
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your
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name
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at
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night
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in
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the
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street
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Your
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graduation
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gown
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lies
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in
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rags
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at
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their
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feet
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And
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in
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the
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lonely
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cool
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before
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dawn
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You
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hear
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their
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engines
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roaring
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on
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But
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when
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you
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get
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to
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the
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porch
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they're
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gone
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on
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the
|
wind
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So
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Mary
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climb
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in
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It's
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a
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town
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full
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of
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losers
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And
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I'm
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pulling
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out
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of
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here
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to
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win
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