| You were standing with your girlfriends in the street
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| Falling back on forever, I wonder what you came to be
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| I was new in town, the boy with the eager eyes
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| I never was a quitter, oblivious to schoolgirls' lies
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| When I look back on those neon lights
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| The leather seats, the passage rite
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| I feel the heat, I see the light
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| Miss Atomic Bomb
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| Making out, we've got the radio on
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| You're gonna miss me when I'm gone
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| You're gonna miss me when I'm gone
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| Racing shadows under moonlight
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| Through the desert on a hot night
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| And for a second there we'd won
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| Yeah, we were innocent and young
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| Cast out of the night, well you've got a foolish heart
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| So you took your place but the fall from grace was the hardest part
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| It feels just like a dagger buried deep in your back
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| You run for cover but you can't escape the second attack
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| Your soul was innocent, she kissed him and she painted it black
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| You should have seen your little face, burnin' for love
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| Holdin on' for your life
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| All that I wanted was a little touch,
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| A little tenderness and truth, I didn't ask for much, no
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| Talk about being at the wrong place at the wrong time
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| Miss Atomic Bomb
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| Making out we've got the radio on
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| You're gonna miss me when I'm gone
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| You're gonna miss me when I'm gone
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| Racing shadows under moonlight
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| We're taking chances on a hot night
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| And for a second there we'd won
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| Yeah we were innocent and young
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| The dust cloud has settled, and my eyes are clear
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| But sometimes in dreams of impact I still hear
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| Miss Atomic Bomb, I'm standing here
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| Sweat on my skin
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| And this love that I've cradled
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| Is wearing thin (Miss Atomic Bomb)
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| But I'm standing here and you 're too late
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| Your shock-wave whisper has sealed your fate
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| It feels just like a dagger buried deep in your back (It's so cruel)
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| You run for cover but you can't escape the second attack (and you turn your back, you're so)
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| Your soul was innocent, she kissed him and she painted it black (on a losing game)
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| You should have seen your little face, burning for love,
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| (Miss Atomic Bomb)
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| Holdin' on for your life
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| But you can't survive (All that I wanted was a little touch)
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| When you want it all (A little tenderness and truth, I didn't ask for much)
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| There's another side (Talk about being at the wrong place at the wrong time) |