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BLONDIE
You know he can't be tested, he can't be read or found Urban grey takes breath away, he wants to push his pedal to the ground And the night's what's right, puts him at the wheel Well, I eat danger, any stranger is all right Feel hot to go like Jimmy O, dodging flying objects at the show And the lights make me fight In Detroit 442, maybe, baby, I could ride with you This town's a concrete factory and Dad and Mum look just like me I'm on the plant assembly line. Too late now. Too far behind You said you wanna hang around, no-one really cares where you go Take your time. Things never change In Detroit 442, maybe, baby, I could ride with you In Detroit 442, maybe, baby, I could ride with you In Detroit 442, maybe, baby, I could ride with you In Detroit 442, maybe, baby, I could ride with you One more to market, one more piggie, and they all, they all look just like me, yeah
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