| I’ve been listening to it rain for days
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| But now the storm’s given up its fight
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| High alone with home so long
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| I’ll take the wind out on the town tonight
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| And ride my bike around this cried-up city
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| And the streets stain
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| The lonely sound is like the end of a record
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| That started with bad dreams
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| So if I’m getting a thrill from this jukebox
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| And the candy colored jukebox lights
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| And this mystery boy rides home with me
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| Ring ring goes the bell on my bike
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| Damn these rules we carved in stone
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| I wanna bust them into pieces on the dance floor
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| There shouldn’t be rules in rock and roll
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| And who are we saving our broken hearts for?
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| He’s the last rock 'n' roll boy to dance
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| Ring ring goes the bell on my bike
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| And he’s got a hand in my pocket
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| Ring ring goes the bell on my bike
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| I see clearly he’s a thief
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| But he can take what he likes
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| Cause he’s givin' me some feeling
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| It’s worth anything that he could be stealing
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| Damn these rules we carved in stone
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| I wanna bust them into pieces on the dance floor
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| There shouldn’t be rules in rock and roll
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| And who are we saving our broken hearts for?
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| Damn these wallflower faces of stone
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| They turn blue in the lights of their cellular phones
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| I don’t care if they laugh when we walk out this door
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| Who are we saving our broken hearts for? |