| Cold rain pourin' and I’m feelin' hurt
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| With my back wheel spinnin' in the dirt
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| Angel makes up her face down on lonely street
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| Won’t you straddle the shifter in my front seat
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| There’s nothing to lose, it’s a heartbreak, the deck’s stacked
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| Just put your foot to the floor and darling don’t look back
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| Won’t you cool me down in this blazin' rain
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| Cause I’m blowin' pistons, workin' the fast lane
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| With the poor boy’s dream, my pocket’s full of cash
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| Baby writes her name in lipstick there on my dash
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| There’s nothing to lose, it’s a bad break to face facts
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| Just keep your eyes on the road and darling don’t look back
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| We held it in our hearts in the pourin' rain
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| We made it through the heart of the hurricane
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| We tore it apart and we put it together again
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| Whoa-whoa-whoa
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| Baby won’t you believe in love for me
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| And I will meet you tonight on that lonely street
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| When you look sight’s blindfold on shooting stars
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| You gotta walk it talk it in your heart
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| There’s nothing to lose, it’s a heartbreak, the deck’s stacked
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| So put your foot to the floor and darling
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| Just keep your eyes on the road now baby
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| Tonight we’ll even the score and no we won’t look back
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| Yeah!
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| Don’t look, don’t look
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| Don’t look, don’t look
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| Don’t look, don’t look
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| Don’t look, don’t look
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| Don’t look, don’t look
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| Don’t look, don’t look
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