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The night's alive with wind and fire, |
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We telegraph our heart's desire, |
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Though the night -- with our eyes, |
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Wheels are turnin' -- fast and hard, |
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Hearts are burnin' on the boulevard, |
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Hear them pound -- young and proud, |
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It's the American |
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Heartbeat. |
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Chart the stars and head out for the action, |
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Hit the streets and find some satisfaction. * |
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It's the American |
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Heartbeat, |
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The American |
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Heartbeat, |
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It's the American |
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Heartbeat -- |
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American Heartbeat. * |
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The stage is set, the roles are chosen, |
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The lights grow hot at the midnight's closin' |
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In at last, it comes so fast, |
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Poundin' harder as the midnight's striking, |
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It hits us like a bolt of lightning, |
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But deeper down it's the sound of the |
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American Heartbeat. |
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So chart the stars and head out for the action, |
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Hit the streets and find some satisfaction. ( * Repeat) |
