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Well, in Candy's room,
there are pictures of her saviour on the wall
But to get to Candy's room,
you gotta walk the darkness of Candy's hall
Strangers from the city call my baby's number,
and they bring Candy toys
But when I come knockin',
she smiles pretty,
she knows tonight I'm gonna be Candy's boy
Well in the olden days
when the Mongolian gangs rode herd out on route nine
We go ridin' in the rain, runnin' south,
way down through the pines
Weekends in the sun in that cheap motel down by the Dynamo
We loved each other till there was nothing left,
and drove that old car as hard and fast as she would go
Well I got a cold winter wind blowin' behind me and you
But Candy's got a man who takes care of her better than I do
Well there's machine and there's fire,
waitin' for us on the edge of town
And there's some rough boys for hire,
and there waitin' to blow me and Candy down
That's all right 'cause they can't touch us now and destroy
Our sweet love, I will forever be Candy's boy
Our sweet love, I will forever be Candy's boy
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