The screen door slams
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Mary¡¯s dress sways
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Like a vision she dances across the porch
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As the radio plays
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Roy orbison singing for the lonely
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Hey that¡¯s me and I want you only
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Don¡¯t turn me home again
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I just can¡¯t face myself alone again
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Don¡¯t run back inside
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Darling you know just what I¡¯m here for
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So you¡¯re scared and you¡¯re thinking
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That maybe we ain¡¯t that young anymore
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Show a little faith, there¡¯s magic in the night
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You ain¡¯t a beauty, but hey you¡¯re alright
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Oh and that¡¯s alright with me
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You can hide `neath your covers
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And study your pain
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Make crosses from your lovers
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Throw roses in the rain
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Waste your summer praying in vain
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For a savior to rise from these streets
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Well now I¡¯m no hero
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That¡¯s understood
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All the redemption I can offer, girl
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Is beneath this dirty hood
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With a chance to make it good somehow
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Hey what else can we do now?
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Except roll down the window
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And let the wind blow
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Back your hair
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Well the night¡¯s busting open
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These two lanes will take us anywhere
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We got one last chance to make it real
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To trade in these wings on some wheels
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Climb in back
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Heaven¡¯s waiting on down the tracks
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Oh-oh come take my hand
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Riding out tonight to case the promised land
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Oh-oh thunder road, oh thunder road oh thunder road
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Lying out there like a killer in the sun
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Hey I know it¡¯s late we can make it if we run
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Oh thunder road, sit tight take hold
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Thunder road
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Well I got this guitar
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And I learned how to make it talk
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And my car¡¯s out back
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If you¡¯re ready to take that long walk
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From your front porch to my front seat
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The door¡¯s open but the ride it ain¡¯t free
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And I know you¡¯re lonely
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For words that I ain¡¯t spoken
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But tonight we¡¯ll be free
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All the promises¡¯ll be broken
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There were ghosts in the eyes
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Of all the boys you sent away
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They haunt this dusty beach road
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In the skeleton frames of burned out chevrolets
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They scream your name at night in the street
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Your graduation gown lies in rags at their feet
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And in the lonely cool before dawn
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You hear their engines roaring on
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But when you get to the porch they¡¯re gone
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On the wind, so mary climb in
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It¡¯s a town full of losers
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And I¡¯m pulling out of here to win.
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Wings For Wheels (Thunder Road)
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Bruce Springsteen |