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Dead Man's Curve
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Jan & Dean
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(Christian/Berry/Kornfeld/Wilson)
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I was cruisin' in my Stingray late one night
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When an XKE pulled up on the right
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And rolled down the window of his shiny new Jag
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And challenged me then and there to a drag
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I said, "you're on, buddy, my mill's runnin' fine
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Let's come off the line, now, at Sunset and Vine
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But I'll go you one better if you've got the nerve
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Let's race all the way
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To Dead Man's Curve"
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Chorus:
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Dead Man's Curve, it's no place to play
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Dead Man's Curve, you must keep away
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Dead Man's Curve, I can hear 'em say:
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"Won't come back from Dead Man's Curve"
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The street was deserted late Friday night
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We were buggin' each other while we sat out the light
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We both popped the clutch when the light turned green
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You shoulda heard the whine from my screamin' machine
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I flew past LaBrea, Schwab's, and Crescent Heights
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And all the Jag could see were my six taillights
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He passed me at Doheny then I started to swerve
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But I pulled her out and there we were
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At Dead Man's Curve
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Partial chorus:
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Dead Man's Curve, it's no place to play
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Dead Man's Curve
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Dramatic interlude:
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Well - the last thing I remember, Doc, I started to swerve
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And then I saw the Jag slide into the curve
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I know I'll never forget that horrible sight
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I guess I found out for myself that everyone was right
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"Won't come back from Dead Man's Curve"
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[repeat chorus to fade]
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Dead Mans Curve
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Jan & Dean |