| The moon is rising through the dust
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| A new horizon see her touch
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| Down to Earth flames are breathing
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| Like volcanoes
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| Strobes are flashing, needles pinned
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| Hearts are pounding, she moves in
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| Here for virtue, lust or sin
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| Is she my savior
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| She walks she talks like nothing in the real world
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| Her body rocks this place like she’s from outer space
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| I got my money for a ticket to ride along
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| Far from the fray light years away
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| Late shifts over in this working town
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| She starts her motor when the sun goes down
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| Mysterious lover in my darkest dream
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| She’s a midnight driver of a love machine
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| Her touch gives me a nuclear reaction
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| Takes me to places where she guarantees to satisfy
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| Electric rhythm from my head down to my toes
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| By remote control she’ll save your soul
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| Late shifts over in this working town
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| She starts her motor when the sun goes down
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| She runs on sex and gasoline
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| She’s a midnight driver of a love machine
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| Her shift is over
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| The smoke has cleared
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| Vanished from the atmosphere
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| Love is rendered
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| Her work is done
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| Set her spaceship towards the sun
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| Late shifts over in this working town
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| She starts her motor when the sun goes down
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| Mysterious lover in my darkest dream
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| She’s a midnight driver of a love machine
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| She runs on sex and gasoline
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| She’s a midnight driver of a love machine |