Hal BlairDan Robertson I took you home from a party and we kissed and burned A few stolen kisses and no harm was done Instead of stopping when we could we went right on Til suddenly we found that the brakes were gone Oh you belong to someone else and I do too Its just crazy bein here with you Like a bad motorcycyle with the devil in the seat Goin ninety miles an hour down a dead end street Goin ninety miles an hour down a dead end street I did not want to want you but now I have no choice To late to listen to that whining voice All I hear is thunder when two hearts beat Goin ninety miles an hour down a dead end street Goin ninety miles an hour down a dead end street Oh youre not free to belong to me And you know that I could never be your own But your lips on mine Oh, the sweet, sweet wine What are we going to do You might also likeWarning signs are flashing everywhere we pay no heed Instead of slowing down the pace were picking up speed Disasters getting closer everytime we meet Goin ninety miles an hour down a dead end street Goin ninety miles an hour down a dead end street Goin ninety miles an hour down a dead end street Disasters getting closer every time we meet
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