The road is straight and narrow
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Her heart's in overdrive as she flies away
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High away from the ground
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Her eyes are black and empty
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And the nights are all the same
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Has she lost control, sells her soul
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For a ticket to the candy store
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Caught inside the devil's open door
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Highway to the morning sun she rides
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White lightning controls her every stride
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Highway to the morning sun she rides
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All the way to the gates of hell she flies
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Another downhill racer
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4 AM comes knocking
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She'll find a sleazy boy with a wired eye
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To keep her high on his cloud
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She'll spread her wings for savior and feed her tired heart
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But it doesn't last, it goes so fast
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And she's running to the candy store
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Caught inside the devil's revolving door
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Highway to the morning sun she rides
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White lightning controls her every stride
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Highway to the morning sun she rides
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All the way to the gates of hell she slides
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Another downhill racer
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Downhill racer
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Downhill racer
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Can she turn around and face the light
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Will she ever make it home tonight
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Highway to the morning sun she rides
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White lightning controls her every stride
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Highway to the morning sun she rides
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All the way to the gates of hell she slides
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Another downhill racer
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Downhill racer
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Downhill racer
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Downhill racer
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Downhill racer
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Downhill Racer
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T.N.T. |