Looking out a dirty old window Down below the cars in the city go rushing by I sit here alone and I wonder why
Friday night and everyone's moving I can feel the heat but it's moving Heading down I search for the beat in this dirty town
Downtown the young ones are going Downtown the young ones are growing
We're the kids in America We're the kids in America Everybody live for the music-go-round
Bright lights, the music gets faster Look boy, don't check on your watch Not another glance I'm not leaving now, honey Not a chance Hot-shot, give me no problems Much later baby you'll be saying never mind You know life is cruel Life is never kind
Kind hearts don't make a new story Kind hearts don't grab any glory
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