| So he’s gone and left you all alone?
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| You think the better of your years
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| Were spent with him.
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| The little girl who used to dance
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| On fire and brimstone
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| Is all but dead.
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| Where’s the girl I knew that held
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| A lighter up to the radio,
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| She’d do anything she wants
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| Because she can?
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| We were seventeen and wild
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| And we were jumpin' on the Devil’s bed…
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| I didn’t raise you like that.
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| I taught you lessons about freedom
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| Strapped to the bucket of a 455.
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| I lit your hair on fire
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| Racing ten mile flats
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| Where American heavy metal cries.
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| Oh we were waitin' and wishin'
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| On pink slips and kisses at the end of the line.
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| When you rat-a-tat tatted on the glass
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| And you screamed on high,
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| I’m alive.
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| You can say that cat is long gone
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| I bet you look real hard
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| You can find that girl within
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| She’s probably waitin' in the wings
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| For you to come along.
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| To let her out again
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| You need a quarter mile, a bunch of horses,
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| And some gasoline.
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| I taught you lessons about freedom
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| Strapped to the bucket of a 455.
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| I lit your hair on fire
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| Racing ten mile flats
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| Where American heavy metal cries.
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| Oh we were waitin' and wishin'
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| On pink slips and kisses at the end of the line.
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| When you rat-a-tat tatted on the glass
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| And you screamed on high,
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| I’m alive.
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| I’m alive
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| You wanna meet a girl I used to know,
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| Let’s take a drive. |