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Thunder Road |
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by Bruce Springsteen |
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The screen door slams |
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Mary' s dress waves |
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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 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 |
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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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zhè duàn sà kè sī hé jí tā de xuán lǜ ràng wǒ gǎn dòng |
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zhēn xī wàng néng yǒng yuǎn chén jìn zài qí zhōng... |
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Ting_Michael zhì zuò 2007 11 11 |