See you moving through the square
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In your motorcycle leather
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Diamonds cascade at your feet
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In an instant we are forever
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See you're a rebel with a cause
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No one ever gets close to you
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Oh whoa whoa whoa
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You're my wild one
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Oh whoa whoa whoa
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Come on stay my little wild one
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Wild one
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Yeah
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And you've got a crooked smile
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That takes that chip right off my shoulder
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And though your heart is out of reach
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I know that this world will make you colder
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So you're escaping down the road
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Into an outlaw world that only you know
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Oh whoa whoa whoa
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You're my wild one
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Oh whoa whoa whoa
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Come on stay my little wild one
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Oh whoa whoa whoa
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You can't stay free
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You can't stay mine
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Oh whoa whoa whoa
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Come on stay my little black swan
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This town seems small and lonely
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And you're the property of no one
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Turn again turn around
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All roads lead to London town
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Wild one
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Yeah
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Oh whoa whoa whoa
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You're my wild one
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Oh whoa whoa whoa
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Come on stay my little wild one
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Oh whoa whoa whoa
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You can't stay free
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You can't stay mine
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Oh whoa whoa whoa
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Oh whoa whoa whoa
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Yeah
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Oh whoa whoa whoa
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Yeah
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Oh whoa whoa whoa
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Yeah
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Oh whoa whoa whoa
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Yeah
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Wild one
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Wild one
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Yeah
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Oh whoa whoa whoa
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Yeah
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Oh whoa whoa whoa
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Yeah
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Wild one
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Oh whoa whoa whoa
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Wild One
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| John Waite |
