| I’m sittin' there by the girl with the golden hair
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| Ruby lips, a poppin' gum, an electric stare
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| Dashboard lights glowing red and the moonlight catching on her pretty head
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| Black leather lace, belt buckle grease
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| In my white Cadillac, may it rust in peace
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| On a yellow dying lawn, while the radio plays a crackling song
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| I’ll rust with you
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| I’ll rust with every one of you
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| Nostalgic nights
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| Have got me feelin' it’s all
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| Gone (gone, gone) to rust
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| It’s all gone (gone, gone) to rust
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| Swing skirt, fishnets and a broken dream
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| Blue petrol flame makes the Jukebox scream
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| The cool cats all there are crying, 'cause the records are all burnt and dying
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| Leopard high tops lift into the sky
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| Fingerless gloved hands pulling me to fly
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| In the winter cold she kisses, and vanishes despite my wishes
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| I’ll rust with you
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| I’ll rust with every one of you
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| Nostalgic nights
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| Have got me feelin' it’s all
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| Gone (gone, gone) to rust
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| It’s all gone (gone, gone) to rust
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| Baby don’t keep me waiting
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| On this memory
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| The years and tears have gone and turned you
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| Into what you see
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| It’s all gone
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| To rust
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| The malt shop’s a derelict skeleton
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| The disco’s dead and the hop is done
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| The raves are flickering out, and your future flings follow en route
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| Let’s drive the Cadillac into the sea
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| It’s got transmission in my memory
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| Reminiscing in a retrograde will fuel our pointless escapade
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| I’ll rust with you
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| I’ll rust with every one of you
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| Nostalgic nights
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| Have got me feelin' it’s all
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| Gone (gone, gone) to rust
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| It’s all gone (gone, gone) to rust |