Looking out a dirty old window
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Down below the cars in the city go rushing by
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I sit here alone and I wonder why.
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Friday night and everyone's moving
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I can feel the heat but it's soothing heading down.
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I search for the beat in this dirty town.
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Down town the young ones are going
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Down town the young ones are growing.
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We're the kids in America
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We're the kids in America
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Everbody lives for the music go round.
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Bright lights
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the music gets faster
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Look boy
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don't check on your watch not another glanc@
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I'm not leaving now
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honey
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not a chance.
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Hot shot give me no problems.
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Much later
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baby
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you'll be saying never mind.
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You know life is cruel
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life is never kind.
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Kind hearts don't make a new story
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Kind hearts don't grab any glory.
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We're the kids in America
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. . .
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Come closer
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honey
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that's better
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Got to get a brand new experience feeling right.
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Oh
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don't try to stop
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baby
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hold me tight.
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Outside a new day is dawning
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Outside surburbias sprawling everywhere.
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I don't want to go
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baby
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New York to east California
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There's a newwave coming
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I warn you.
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We're the kids in America
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. . .
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We're the kids
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we're the kids
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We're the kids in America . . .
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Kids In America
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| Bouncing Souls |
