| The screen door slams, Mary’s dress waves
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| Like a vision she dances across the porch as the radio plays
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| Roy Orbison’s singing for the lonely
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| Hey, that’s me and I want you only
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| Don’t turn me home again, I just can’t face myself alone again
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| Don’t run back inside, darling, you know just what I’m here for
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| So you’re scared and you’re thinking that maybe we ain’t that young anymore
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| Show a little faith, there’s magic in the night
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| You ain’t a beauty, but hey, you’re alright
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| Oh and that’s alright with me
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| You can hide 'neath your covers and study your pain
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| Make crosses from your lover, throw roses in the rain
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| Waste your summer praying in vain
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| For a savior to rise from these streets
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| Well, I’m no hero, that’s understood
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| All the redemption I can offer is beneath this dirty hood
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| With a chance to make it good somehow
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| Well, what else can we do now?
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| Except roll down the window and let the wind blow back your hair
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| The night’s bustin' open, these two lanes can take us anywhere
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| We got one last chance to make it real, trade in these wings on some wheels
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| Climb in back, heaven’s waiting down the tracks
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| Oh-oh, come take my hand
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| We’re riding out tonight to case the promised land
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| Oh-oh-oh, Thunder Road, oh, Thunder Road
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| Thunder Road
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| Lying out there like a killer in the sun
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| I know it’s late, we can make it if we run
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| Oh-oh-oh, Thunder Road, sit tight
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| Take hold, Thunder Road
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| Well, I got this guitar and I learned how to make it talk
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| And my car’s out back if you’re ready to take that long walk
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| From your front porch to my front seat
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| The door’s open but the ride ain’t free
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| And I know you’re lonely for words I ain’t spoken
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| Tonight we’ll be free, all the promises will be broken
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| There were ghosts in the eyes of all the boys you sent away
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| They haunt this dusty beach road in the skeleton frames of burned out Chevrolets
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| They scream your name at night in the street
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| Graduation gown lies in rags at their feet
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| And in the lonely cool before dawn
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| You hear their engines roaring on
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| But when you get to the porch they’re gone
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| On the wind
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| So Mary climb in
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| It’s a town full of losers, and I’m pulling out of here to win |