| Through the angel rain
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| Through the dust and the gasoline
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| Through the cruelty of strangers
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| To the neon dream
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| Long distance information
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| Just tell me where the manholes steam
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| A little girl waits on my station
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| With a new machine
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| (On Detonation) On Detonation Boulevard…
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| I got wrecked out here
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| In a Eldorado
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| I got wired, white-walled
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| This hot-wired sedan
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| I caught something weird in Encenada
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| I’ve a brother of sorts in Torquemada
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| Long distance information
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| Disconnect me if you can
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| (On Detonation) On Detonation Boulevard…
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| Pink noise, white noise
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| And a violet whining sound
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| It burns inside this car
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| No cops, no signs, no left, no right
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| No stops, no turning round
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| Well you can run but you can’t ride
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| You won’t get far
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| (On Detonation) On Detonation Boulevard…
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| Bang Bang
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| (On Detonation) On Detonation Boulevard…
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| Through the angle rain
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| Through the rust and the gasoline
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| Through the cruelty of strangers
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| To the neon dream
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| Long distance information
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| I’ll take the same
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| I got the fuel for the transformation
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| I’m a naked flame
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| (On Detonation) On Detonation Boulevard…
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| Bang Bang |