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