There's a wild wind blowing down the corner of my street
There's a cold war coming on the radio, I heard Won't you take me where the street lights glow?
Now my feet won't touch the ground
Time came a-creeping, oh, and time's a loaded gun
It goes on, time only can lead you on Won't you take me where the street lights glow?
Now my feet won't touch the ground
Gravity, release me
Now my feet won't touch the ground.
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