I was a loner crusin' with the wind
I wasn't lookin'
I don't wanna hear about it anymore
It's a shame I've
There's a face in the mirror
and you close your eyes
Much
Young, rich and famous
What you want to be
You
Ooooh ya got busted
On a midnight ride
And now
Hey brother
Ready for Another
Dose of my Yankee Pride
Haven't I seen your face before
You greased the handles
Mister please
Won't yo tell me I'm alright
I'm so
Nice licks
I can feel this's gonna be a rhythm
Everyone needs a place to run away, run away
Summer night,
There was a time
When a man lived by his
I don't want to talk
That much about anything
And
Dressed to kill and lookin’ dynamitewith her high-laced stockings and
Everyone needs a place to run away, run away Summer
Never againyou say the words and letthe sunshine in againYou
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