| Stopped at the red light
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| You’re playing Hendrix and lighting up
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| I caught your attention
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| Trying my best to seem amused
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| Living the good life
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| With every stop there’s a different dream
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| Making my reputation
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| For making music, not magazines
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| Give me a second and I’ll write it all down
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| Give me an hour and I’ll pretend I’m down
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| The starlight’s flooding my airwaves
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| I’ve never felt this feeling before
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| My revs are pushing to ten, babe
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| These wild horses are taking control
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| The spot light’s pointing at your face
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| We’ll be the driver right 'til the end
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| My revs are pushing to ten, babe
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| These wild horses are taking control
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| Red light, red light, red light
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| Now it’s a green light
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| My body’s yearning to give you more
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| I feel like now I’m ready
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| But my subconscious is still unsure
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| Give me a second and I’ll write it all down
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| Give me an hour and I’ll pretend I’m down
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| Give me a day and I will work it all out
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| Give me a week and then you won’t hear a sound
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| The starlight’s flooding my airwaves
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| I’ve never felt this feeling before
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| My revs are pushing to ten, babe
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| These wild horses are taking control
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| The spot light’s pointing at your face
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| We’ll be the driver right 'til the end
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| My revs are pushing to ten, babe
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| These wild horses are taking control
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| Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
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| Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
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| Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, ah
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| Give me a second and I’ll write all down
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| Give me an hour and I’ll pretend I’m down
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| Give me a day and I will work it all out
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| A week and then you won’t hear a sound
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| Starlight’s flooding my airwaves
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| I’ve never felt this feeling before
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| My revs are pushing to ten, babe
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| These wild horses are taking control
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| The spot light’s pointing at your face
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| We’ll be the driver right 'til the end
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| My revs are pushing to ten, babe
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| These wild horses are taking control
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| Red light, red light, red light |