| Well I rush out blazin'
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| My pulse is racin'
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| As the rain streams down my face
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| There’s no turning back now
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| To fight with fate
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| Outnumbered, out of place
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| They said go west young man, that’s best
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| It’s there you’ll feel no pain
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| Bel-Air's okay if you dig the grave
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| But I want to live again
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| Can’t let go
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| There’s a madness in my soul tonight
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| Can’t let go
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| Must ride like the storm
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| Can’t let go
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| Will I run out of control tonight
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| Can’t let go
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| Until every trace is gone
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| It’s a winding road from Cuesta way
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| Down sunset to the beach
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| Though Canoga Park is a straight safe drive
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| It’s too far outta reach
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| But now the headlights are flashin’by so fast
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| All directions seems the same
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| And the windscreen wipers keep a beat repeatin'
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| You can’t let go again
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| What’s in a name on the street tonight
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| I’m only a face in the crowd
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| All in the dark and afraid tonight
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| Nowhere to run or to hide
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| But I can’t let go
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| Sometimes the world outside’ll take you in
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| With just a smile
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| And you so blinded with desire
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| A hundred sleepless nights have left me
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| Wasted and so cold
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| But I can take it I’m hangin’on
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| Can’t let go
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| There’s a madness in my soul tonight
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| Can’t let go
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| Must ride it like the storm
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| Can’t let go
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| Will I run out of control tonight
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| Can’t let go
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| Until every trace is gone |