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Embracing the Wave |
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| 1 | Born of the American salad bowl, oh, | |
| 2 | Raised on the cusp of the age, the age. | |
| 3 | Move to the beat - eat - | |
| 4 | Of the subways and the street, the street. | |
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And the tune of the minimum wage - age. |
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| 6 | Look like a red-blooded underground movie queen, | |
| 7 | Walk like a kingdom of soul. | |
| 8 | Millions and dimes | |
| 9 | I'm a portrait of the times, the times... | |
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I believe in my rock and roll. |
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| 11 | I'd cling to the savior, | |
| 12 | But there's nothing left to save - | |
| 13 | Excuse my behavior, | |
| 14 | I'm just dancing on my grave - | |
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Embracing the wave. |
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| 16 | Stand by the side of the open door, | |
| 17 | Run at the head of the pack. | |
| 18 | Got dirt on my clothes | |
| 19 | And a steel pin in my nose | |
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And I carry our sins on my back. |
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| 21 | Live on the dangerous side of town, | |
| 22 | Laugh in the light of the day. | |
| 23 | Child of the night | |
| 24 | Got freedom in my sight | |
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And I don't give a damn what they say... |
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| 26 | I'd cling to the savior, | |
| 27 | But there's nothing left to save - | |
| 28 | Excuse my behavior, | |
| 29 | I'm just dancing on my grave - | |
| 30 | Embracing the wave. | |
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