| Looking out the dirty old window,
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| Outside the cars in the city go rushing by,
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| I sit here alone and i wonder why
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| Friday night and everyones moving
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| I can feel the heat but its soothing, heading down,
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| I search for the beat in this dirty town
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| Down town the young ones are going (x2)
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| We’re the kids in america (whoo oa) (x2)
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| Everybody live for the music go round
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| Bright lights the music gets faster
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| Look boy dont shut back your eyes but another glance
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| Im not leaving now honey not a chance
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| Hotshot give me no problems
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| Much later baby youll be saying nevermind
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| You know life is cruel lies its never kind
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| Good night dont make me in a story
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| Good night so grab a little glory
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| Were the kids in america (whoo oa) (x2)
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| Everybody live for the music go round
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| Look closer honey thats vagely
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| Got to get a brand new expeirence see me ride
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| Oh dont try to stop baby hold me tight
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| Outside a new day is starting
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| Outside suburbia is sprawling everywhere
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| I dont want to go baby
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| New york to east california
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| Theres a news coming I warn ya -Chorus till the end- |