| I was thinking about another time still in my mind
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| When I used to know a little girl high on this world
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| Your baby loves you more than you know
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| Raised on rivalry and rock’n roll
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| Moving to the motor City soul
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| She lets go
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| On the radio
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| Well we never had a lot of cash
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| But we loved those kids
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| Some say that she missed the boat
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| But she just burned the bridge
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| The angels love you more than you know
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| Raised on robbery and rock’n roll
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| Moving to the Motor City soul
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| She takes hold
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| On the radio
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| Stomachache Sundays
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| And books we never read
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| Well I was hoping one day
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| We might meet again
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| She used to talk about astrology
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| She was born in June
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| She danced with strangers and celebrities
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| Empty stars and the full moon
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| I was thinking about the universe
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| For what its worth
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| Or the one about the Phoenix bird
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| That died and then returned
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| The angels love you more than you know
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| Raised on robbery and rock' n roll
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| Moving to the Motor City soul
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| Moving to the Motor City soul
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| Sometimes I see her face
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| When there’s no place to go
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| On the radio
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| On the radio
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| On the radio
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| Broken radio |