It was the hottest day in July
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And all along Santa Monica Blvd
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cars were stood still
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And a gleaming metal tube
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Would stretch all the way from Highland
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Back to La Brea.
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And she met under Los Angeles sunshine
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Young man was sitting at the wheel
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On his way to make a pickup
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Turned off the air-con
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Rolled down the window
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And began to sweat
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Out over the Hollywood hills
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He saw the clouds building
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Like great dark towers of rain
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Ready to come tumbling down
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Any day now
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Not a day too soon
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(any day now)
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And as the music drifted in
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From other cars
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His eyes started to slip
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This is the story of his dream
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Silver...
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(Sing Blue Silver, Sing Sing Blue Silver)
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This is the story of his dream...
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Drive By
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| Duran Duran |
