| I met her in a shooting gallery, speeding like a goose
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| Back when both of us were used to making strangers
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| She shook me down for all I had and every way but loose
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| But I was still too juiced to feel the danger
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| And anyway now, anymore you don’t know which is worse
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| Falling out of love or left behind
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| I just seen the sweetest dreaming wind up like a curse
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| Maybe one too many times
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| But she said, «i don’t want you baby, I just want someone to hold me
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| I got too much rock and roll to be a wife
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| I can’t live without the lightning and I’m scared of growing older
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| So I’m bound to keep on running for my life»
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| I’ve seen her roll herself into a tight and tiny ball
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| Like a belly-gunner crouching in a turret
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| I said, I recognize the symptoms, girl, I got the same disease
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| I just haven’t got a clue to how to cure it
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| And any way, now, any more, you don’t know who to trust
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| 'cause love is wild as lust and just as blind
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| Anyone who’s ever gonna love me — better fool me first
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| And baby, maybe, I been one too many times
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| But she said, «i don’t want you baby, I just want someone to hold me
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| I got too much rock and roll to be a wife
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| I can’t live without the lightning and I’m scared of growing older
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| So I’m bound to keep on running for my life» |