Looking out a dirty old window,
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Outside the cars in the city go rushing by,
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I sit here alone and i wonder why
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Friday night and everyones moving
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I can feel the heat but its soothing, heading down,
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I search for the beat in this dirty town
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Down town the young ones are going
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Down town the young ones are going
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Were the kids in america (whoo oa)
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Were the kids in america (whoo oa)
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Everybody live for the music go round
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Bright lights the music gets faster
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Look boy dont check on your watch not another glance
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Im not leaving now honey not a chance
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Hotshot give me no problems
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Much later baby youll be saying nevermind
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You know life is cruel life is never kind
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Kind hearts so make a little story
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Kind hearts so grab a little glory
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Were the kids in america (whoo oa)
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Were the kids in america (whoo oa)
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Everybody live for the music go round
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Look closer honey thats better
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Got to get a brand new expeirence feeling right
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Oh dont try to stop baby hold me tight
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Outside a new day is starting
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Outside suburbia is sprawling everywhere
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I dont want to go baby
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New york to east california
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Theres a news coming I warn ya
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Were the kids in america (whoo oa)
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Were the kids in america (whoo oa)
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Everybody live for the music go round
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wwwhhhooaaaa
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Were the kids in america (whoo oa)
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Were the kids in america (whoo oa)
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Everybody live for the music go round
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Kids In America
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