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On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair... | |
See the curtains hangin' in the window, in the evening on a Friday night... | |
Is this real life? Is this just fantasy? | |
Oh, the shark has pretty teeth, dear, and he keeps 'em pearly white... | |
You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life... | |
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire... | |
In the twilight glow, I see her... | |
Someone told me long ago there's a calm before the storm... | |
Wake up, Maggie, I think I've got somethin' to say to you... | |
Can you hear the drums, Fernando? | |
Rise up this morning; smile' at the risin' sun... | |
I have brought you...to the seat of sweet music's throne... | |
You know it would be untrue, you know I would be a liar... | |
Reluctantly crouched at the starting line, engines pumping and thumping in time... | |
I've been driving all night, my hand's wet on the wheel... | |
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Sittin' in the morning sun; I'll be sittin' when evening comes...watchin' the ships roll in, then I watch 'em roll away again... | |
[song title], you don't have to put on the red light... | |
Well, I left Kentucky back in '49 and went to Detroit workin' on a 'ssembly line, the first year they had me puttin' wheels on cadillacs. | |
An old cowboy went out on a dark and windy day, upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way... | |
A long, long time ago, I can still remember how that music used to make me smile... | |
When you were young and your heart was an open book, you used to say live and let live (you know you did, you know you did, etc.) | |
I like to dream, yes, yes, right between my sound machine... | |
I close my eyes, only for a moment and the moment's gone... | |
You walked into the party like you were walkin' onto a yacht... | |
[song title], what have I ever done do deserve even one of the pleasures I've known... | |
I saw the light on the night I passed by her window, I saw the flickering shadows of love on her blind... | |
He said I'll love you 'till I die, she told him you'll forget in time... | |
I saw her today at a reception, a glass of wine in her hand... | |
When a man's an empty kettle, he should be on his mettle, and yet I'm torn apart... | |
Some glad morning when this life is o'er... | |
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