| Nikki had the wildest of hearts,
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| And a story that’ll tear you apart.
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| She’s got her father’s eyes and his credit card.
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| Nikki had the wildest of hearts.
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| Living in the town was a drag,
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| The more you shrunk the more you sank.
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| She said we may as well sleep in body bags,
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| Living in the town was a drag.
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| (ooooh na-na-na)
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| There was trouble waiting to begin,
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| Pressure rising up again.
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| There was a bad idea at an ATM,
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| There was trouble waiting to begin.
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| We climb to the roof to watch the drag race sunset,
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| Beneath the power lines.
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| It’s cars versus dusk tonight,
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| Before the vampires come alive.
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| She’s screaming
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| Chorus
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| Wake up, is anyone else getting fed up?
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| Holding out for the wishing well,
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| To pull us from the wreck.
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| Stand up, stand up,
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| We won’t be the faded ones.
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| Another silhouette,
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| Is anyone else getting sick?
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| (whoaaaaa)
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| We were doused and ready to ignite.
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| Out on the time bomb summer night.
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| We were hooked by then to the other side,
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| Waiting to ignite.
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| (ooooh na-na-na)
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| There was trouble waiting to begin,
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| We were radiating heat again.
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| There was some bad ideas at the ATM.
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| There’s no chance for recovering.
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| She’s screaming,
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| Chorus
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| Wake up, is anyone else getting fed up?
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| Holding out for the wishing well,
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| To pull us from the wreck.
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| AM TAXI lyrics at
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| Stand up, stand up,
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| We’ll be the faded ones.
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| Another silhouette,
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| Is anyone else getting sick?
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| Solo
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| We were raised in the good ole ways on the newest lies.
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| Fast talk, cable box, fossilized.
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| And Nicole said nights like this
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| There’s not a pulse in this ghost town.
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| Now the power has burned up
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| And the trapping got closed down.
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| We climb to the roof to watch the drag race sunset,
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| Beneath the power lines.
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| It’s cars versus dusk tonight,
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| Before the vampires come alive.
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| She’s screaming,
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| Chorus
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| Wake up, is anyone else getting fed up?
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| Holding out for the wishing well,
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| To pull us from the wreck.
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| Stand up, stand up,
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| We’ll be the faded ones.
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| Another silhouette,
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| Is anyone else getting sick? |