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I got my mind made up
I need to feel your touch

I'm gonna run to you
Yeah! - I'm gonna run to you
Cause when the feeling's right I'm gonna stay all night
I'm gonna run to you

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You think you're gonna take her away
With your money and your cocaine
You keep thinkin' that her mind is gonna change
But I know everything is okay

 

She's gonna listen to her heart
It's gonna tell her what to do
She might need a lot of loving
But she don't need you

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Take it away
Want to hear you play
Till the lights go down
Take it away
Don't you want to stay
Till there's no one else around?


Lonely driver
Out on the road
With a hundred miles to go
Sole survivor
Carrying the load
Switches on his radio

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Golden years, gold whop whop whop
Golden years, gold whop whop whop
Golden years, gold whop whop whop

 

Don't let me hear you say life's taking you nowhere
Angel
Come get up, my baby
 

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Golden, golden, golden
As I open my eyes
Hold it, focus, hoping
Take me back to the light
I know you were way too bright for me
I'm hopeless, broken
So you wait for me in the sky
Browns my skin just right

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Doctors have come from distant cities
Just to see me
Stand over my bed
Disbelieving what they're seeing
They say I must be one of the wonders
Of God's own creation
And as far as they can see they can offer
No explanation

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One child grows up to be
Somebody that just loves to learn
Another child grows up to be
Somebody you'd just love to burn

Mom loves the both of them

 

You see, it's in the blood (blood, blood)
Both kids are good to Mom
Blood's thicker than the mud

It's a family affair (it's a family affair)
It's a family affair (it's a family affair)

 

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Ah said, the Motor City is burning, people,
I ain't hanging round to fight it out.
Ah said, the Motor City is burning, people,
just not hang around to fight it out.
Well, I'm taking my wife and my people and ???
Well, just before I go, baby, ???? ,
firemans on the street, people all around,
Now, I guess it's true,
I'd just like to strike a match for freedom myself,
I may be a white boy, but I can be bad, too.
Yes, it's true now, yes, it's true now.

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Far between sundown's finish
An' midnights broken toll
We ducked inside the doorway, thunder crashing
As majestic bells of bolts
Struck shadows in the sound
Seeming to be the chimes of freedom flashing
Flashing for the warriors whose strength is not to fight
Flashing for the refugees on the unarmed road of flight
An' for each an' every underdog soldier in the night
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing

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Long ago, and, oh, so far away
I fell in love with you before the second show
Your guitar, it sounds so sweet and clear
But you're not really here, it's just the radio

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