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Ascolta Radio Nostalgia, solo il meglio della musica 70 80 e 90
You lit the candles on the cake
And threw the match down on the floor
Wish I knew what you were wishing for
Handing out the paper plates
To all your friends that you adore
Are you haunted and wanting more?
That faraway look in your eyes
It’s getting harder to disguise
Nobody moves the way you do
Walking ‘round the grocery store
Only you know what you’re looking for
And when your working day is through
You walk the darkness to your bed
To dream the dreams that live inside your head
That faraway look in your eyes
It’s getting harder to disguise
That faraway look in your eyes
It’s getting harder to disguise
In the day we sweat it out in the streets of a runaway American dreamAt night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machinesSprung from cages out on highway 9,Chrome wheeled, fuel injected and steppin' out over the lineBaby this town rips the bones from your backIt's a death trap, it's a suicide rapWe gotta get out while we're young`Cause tramps like us, baby we were born to run […]
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