| I threw my bags down to the sidewalk
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| Climbed out the window like an outlaw
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| My crime is true passion
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| Too young to ever be contained
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| I made off into the night like a bandit
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| Praying that this dream won’t leave us stranded
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| Oh! |
| — like glass my heart will break
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| Times are hard and mean, when
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| There’s no water to put out the fire
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| When I’m on a street called desire
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| There’s no water to put out the fire
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| On a street called desire
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| Desire!
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| His fuse is short and my temper’s snappy
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| It’s hot like a furnace but we’re happy
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| Oh, the darkest side of heaven
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| Is where we’ve made our bed
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| Born to break the law of chance, young and reckless
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| Ooh, work comes slow, cash runs low, it gets hectic
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| But I love, want, and need him
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| Life’s tough but sweet when
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| There’s no water to put out the fire
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| On a street called desire
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| There’s no water to put out the fire
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| On a street, oh, livin' on a street called desire
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| Water to put out the fire
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| On a street called desire
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| You tell me there’s no water to put out the fire
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| On a street called desire
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| Desi-desi-desi-desi-desirrre!
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| Like glass my heart will break
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| Times are hard and mean when
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| There’s no water to put out the fire
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| On a street called desire
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| There’s no water to put out the fire
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| On a street, oh, livin' on a street called desire
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| Water, that can put out the fire
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| When I’m on a street called desire
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| There’s no water, that can put out the fire
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| When I’m on a street called desire
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| There’s no water, that can put out the fire
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| When I’m on a street called desire
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| There’s no water, that can put out the fire
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| When I’m on a street called desire
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| There’s no water, that can put out the fire
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| There’s no water… |