| Atlantic City’s full of sinner saints
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| And Broadway’s full of kids who stay out way too late
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| Silverlake has shakes I can’t forget
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| Your lipstick on the scar of a cigarette
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| I’m lost, I’m lost from finding
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| Is what you told me true?
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| The highway lights are blinding
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| Still I believe…
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| Morning comes
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| The sun is yours but I’ll be gone
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| So dry your tears we’re still
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| Lovers in a song
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| Seen Lemmy at the Rainbow holding court
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| I’ve seen Memphis mama’s waiting by the back door
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| Saw London rain wash out a Brooklyn night
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| I’ve seen Copenhagen fading in my mind
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| I’m lost, I’m lost from finding
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| Is what you told me true?
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| The highway lights are blinding
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| Still I believe… it’s such a shame
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| I heard you say that, I heard say
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| I heard you say that, lovers are blind
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| It’s just the same, the same old game
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| Where lovers love, our love is insane
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| Hang up on me girl, why start a fight?
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| Another phone I smash in the wall
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| You got me drinking and now I’m thinking
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| Make up sex when I see you again?
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| It’s such a shame that…
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| Morning comes
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| The sun is yours but I’ll be gone
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| So dry your tears we’re still
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| Lovers in a song
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| The truth about love, it can not be explained…
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| But girl I’ll stop the world if you ask me to |