| Looking out a dirty old window
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| Down below 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 everyone’s moving
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| I can feel the heat but it’s moving
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| Heading down
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| I search for the beat in this dirty town
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| Downtown the young ones are going
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| Downtown the young ones are growing
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| We’re the kids in America
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| We’re the kids in America
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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, don’t check on your watch
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| Not another glance
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| I’m not leaving now, honey
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| Not a chance
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| Hot-shot, give me no problems
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| Much later baby you’ll be saying never mind
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| You know life is cruel
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| Life is never kind
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| Kind hearts don’t make a new story
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| Kind hearts don’t grab any glory
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| We’re the kids in America
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| We’re the kids in America
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| Everybody live for the music-go-round
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| Come closer honey, that’s better
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| Got to get a brand new experience
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| Feeling right
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| Oh don’t try to stop baby
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| Hold me tight
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| Outside a new day is dawning
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| Outside Suburbia’s sprawling everywhere
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| I don’t want to go baby
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| New York to East California
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| There’s a new wave coming, I warn you
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| We’re the kids in America
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| We’re the kids in America
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| Everybody live for the music-go-round
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| We’re the kids
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| We’re the kids
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| We’re the kids in America |