| Scene one
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| Curtain up
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| See the couple, coffee shop
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| Beatniks beating out beebop
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| Rainy day, skies are gray
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| But the couple feeling gay
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| Boy is laughing at her joke
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| Girl, embarrassed, takes a smoke
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| She should quit, yes she knows
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| But she’s happy as she blows
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| Down the cafe, through the bar
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| Past the hippies and the jars
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| Of the bean that they drink
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| Everyday, every week
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| They should quit, coffee’s bad
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| Makes you crazy, fucking mad
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| But they say in defense
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| With a pause for suspense
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| «It's the stuff of the gods
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| Sexy smart hot rods!
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| Roller coaster! |
| Hurricanes!
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| Super-sonic jet planes!»
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| They should quit, yes they know
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| But where the hell would they go?
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| They’re like me, in a bind
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| Don’t you see?
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| Love ain’t blind
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| I could make a habit out of you
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| Scene two
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| Same play
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| Same people
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| Different day
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| In a car with no top
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| No speed limits, no cops
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| Girl is driving, she’s the queen
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| In control of this machine
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| She is talking much too loud
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| Excited by the sound
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| They are screaming, buzzing hard
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| Open road, super car
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| What they need is some speed
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| 105 is the key
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| Life is short, so they say
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| Carpe diem, seize the day
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| Unlike me, in a bind
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| I don’t get it, love ain’t blind
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| I could make a habit out of you
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| Scene three
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| City streets
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| Buying shit, selling too
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| Need a fix or some food?
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| Or some sex? |
| There’s a whore
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| Looking beautiful but bored
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| Like to drink?
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| There’s a bar
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| Need a lift?
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| Take my car
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| A stop for every whim
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| Your heart’s desire lets you in
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| In this city, in this scene
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| At this party you are queen
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| You’re addicted to the lights
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| To the sounds, to the sights
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| To the pleasure, to the pain
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| The hot nights, the cold rain
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| To the smoke, to the drink
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| To the buzz, don’t think
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| To danger to the fear
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| To the speed, it’s fifth gear
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| All the time, night or day
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| There is no choice, it’s just the way
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| You should quit, yes you know
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| But where the hell would you go?
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| You’re like me, in a bind
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| Now you see
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| Love ain’t blind
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| I could make a habit out of you |