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The babe was born in the back of a car It was life on wheels no matter what you might say It was rolling down a dark highway |
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That the Devil left his maker from a cradled star - Cradled star |
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When his vengeance entered a world that was blind He had a thirst for blood by never hungered for love The shadows of the night were his home land |
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That he tried to divide by a motorway bar It was death on wheels no matter what you might say It was a crash out on a dark highway |
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