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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 soothing, heading down I search for the beat in this dirty town Down town the young ones are going Down town the young ones are growing We're the kids in America, Whoo-ooh We're the kids in America, Whoo-ooh 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 We're the kids in America, Whoo-ooh We're the kids in America, Whoo-ooh Everybody live for the music-go-round I said... Yeah! I said... Yeah! Come closer, honey that's better Got to get a brand new experience Feeling right Oh don't try to stop baby Hold me tight Outside a new day is dawning Outside Suburbia's sprawling everywhere I don't want to go baby New York to east California There's a new wave coming I warn you We're the kids in America, Whoo-ooh We're the kids in America, Whoo-ooh Everybody live for the music-go-round I said... Yeah! I said... Yeah! We're the kids... We're the kids... We're the kids in America [x3] |