Headed back on a highway drive, interstate eighty-five. Coming back from a show that we had in charlotte. It was getting kind of late and the fireworks display, it played a thief to all the stars glory. The wheels they were turning, boy my eyes they were burning, it said Raleigh-fifty miles.
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Big city turn me on. Pick me up and throw me down just like your doll. Tell me I¡¯m wrong when i know just what i saw. Big city turn me on, turn me off.
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Me and my friends go to the same bar every Thursday. We stare at the centerfold eyes that keep mixing our drinks. The liquor lies are all that¡¯s left of this poor girl¡¯s innocence. She don¡¯t know my name but I¡¯ll be damned if one day she won¡¯t.
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Big city turn me on. Pick me up and throw me down just like your doll. Tell me I¡¯m wrong when i know just what i saw. Big city turn me on, turn me off.
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Candlelight retrospection on a hand me down couch. There is coffee in my hand, her head in my lap, and Dylan on the stereo. Like a jewelry store window her eyes they were made to sparkle and for a moment i still believed in love.
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Big city turn me on. Pick me up; throw me down to the ground just like your doll. Tell me I¡¯m wrong when i know good and well what i saw. Big city turn me on, turn me off.
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