| She strides down 7th street
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| Smokey night — summer heat
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| Commotion — concrete fires
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| Where neon souls are burning
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| His whole life — a hung jury
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| She was the crime — Wheel’s gonna pay
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| She’s got blue steel; |
| cocked and locked
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| She is Justice — Justice is burning
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| She’s turning the tables upside down
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| She’s like a flame; |
| she’s burning higher
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| She’s like a house on fire — House on fire
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| Wheel feels lucky — drinkin' blind
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| One track mind — sheer distraction
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| Steps on cracks, breakin' backs
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| Nothin’s sacred on the other side
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| He turns left — she turns right
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| They both step through the veil of night
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| Cold blue steel reflection
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| And Wheel’s got nowhere to hide
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| She’s turning the tables upside down
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| She’s like a flame; |
| she’s burning higher
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| She’s like a house on fire — House on fire
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| Players of passion playing with fire
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| Streetlights are flashing but who are they for
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| Fisted love fueling fantasy
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| Is love worth the fire he’s asking for |