| Oh the wind whistles down
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| The cold dark street tonight
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| And the people they were dancing to the music vibe
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| And the boys chase the girls with the curls in their hair
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| While the shy tormented youth sit way over there
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| And the songs they get louder
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| Each one better than before
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| And you’re singing the songs
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| Thinking this is the life
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| And you wake up in the morning and you’re head feels twice the size
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| Where you gonna go? |
| Where you gonna go?
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| Where you gonna sleep tonight?
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| And you’re singing the songs
|
| Thinking this is the life
|
| And you wake up in the morning and you’re head feels twice the size
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| Where you gonna go? |
| Where you gonna go?
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| Where you gonna sleep tonight?
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| Where you gonna sleep tonight?
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| So you’re heading down the road in your taxi for four
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| And you’re waiting outside Jimmy’s front door
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| But nobody’s in and nobody’s home 'til four
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| So you’re sitting there with nothing to do Talking about Robert Riger and his motley crew
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| And where you’re gonna go and where you’re gonna sleep tonight
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| And you’re singing the songs |
| Thinking this is the life
|
| And you wake up in the morning and you’re head feels twice the size
|
| Where you gonna go? |
| Where you gonna go?
|
| Where you gonna sleep tonight?
|
| And you’re singing the songs
|
| Thinking this is the life
|
| And you wake up in the morning and you’re head feels twice the size
|
| Where you gonna go? |
| Where you gonna go?
|
| Where you gonna sleep tonight?
|
| Where you gonna sleep tonight?
|
| And you’re singing the songs
|
| Thinking this is the life
|
| And you wake up in the morning and you’re head feels twice the size
|
| Where you gonna go? |
| Where you gonna go?
|
| Where you gonna sleep tonight? |