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Oh the wind whistles down
The cold dark street tonight
And the people they were dancing to the music vibe
And the boys chase the girls with the curls in their hair
While the shy tormented youth sit way over there
And the songs they get louder
Each one better than before

You see my problem is this
I'm dreaming away
Wishing that heroes, they truly exist
I cry, watching the days

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