| Homecoming queen, about to turn 18
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| Just a couple of months younger than
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| That wanna be James Dean
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| She can’t wait, just say when
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| She ain’t gonna leave a note
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| She ain’t gonna tell a friend
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| He smelled the rain on the black top
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| She heard a banshee in the wind
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| Hey, hey, hey darling please
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| Let’s put these hard times in the breeze
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| Let’s go find a little breathing room
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| Bathed in the light of a crimson moon
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| He was named after the hurricane
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| Blew through in '79 and he did just 'bout the same
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| Ain’t no point, no way of living it down
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| Standing at the crossroads
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| At the sideways one light town
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| Screen door closed is the only sound she made
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| She climbs on and wraps her hands around his waist
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| Hey, hey, hey darling please
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| Let’s put these hard times in the breeze
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| Let’s go find a little breathing room
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| Bathed in the light of a crimson moon
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| Nothing worse, than the hell left behind
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| Just two lost souls they go running off into the night
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| They felt the fire of running on two wheels
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| If they don’t stop tonight Lord knows they never will
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| Hey, hey, hey darling please
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| Let’s put these hard times in the breeze
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| Let’s go find a little breathing room
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| Bathed in the light of a crimson moon |