The Cars
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Good Times Roll
let the good times roll
let them knock you around
let
the good times roll
let them make you a clown
let them leave you up in the air
let them brush your rock
and roll hair
let the good times roll
let the good times roll
let the
good times roll
let the stories be told
they can say what they want
let
the photos be old
let them show what they want
let them leave you up in the air
let them brush your rock
and roll hair
let the good times roll
let the good times roll-oll
lets
let the good times roll
good times roll
if the illusion is real
let them give you a ride
if they
got thunder appeal
let them be on your side
let them leave you up in the air
let them brush your rock
and roll hair
lets let the good times roll-oll
let the good times roll
let the good times roll
lets let the good times roll
we'll let the good
times roll
oh-hoh-oh
Just What I Needed
i don't mind you coming here
and wasting all my time
'cause when you're standing oh so near
i kinda lose my mind
it's not the
perfume that you wear
it's not the ribbons in your hair
i don't mind you
coming here
and wasting all my time
i don't mind you hanging out
and
talking in your sleep
it doesn't matter where you've been
as long as it
was deep
you always knew to wear it well
you look so fancy i can tell
i
don't mind you hanging out
and talking in your sleep
i guess you're just
what i needed
i needed someone to feed
i guess guess you're just what i
needed
i needed someone to bleed
All Mixed Up
she shadows me in the mirror
and never leaves on the light
some things that i say to her
they just don't seem to bite
it's all mixed
up [x3]
she tricks me into thinking
i can't believe my eyes
i
wait for her forever
she never does arrive
it's all mixed up [x3]
she says to leave it to me
and everything will be alright
she says to leve it to me
and everything will be alright
she's always out making pictures
she's always out making
scenes
she's always out the window
when it comes to making dreams
Moving In Stereo
life's the same i'm moving in stereo
life's the same except
for my shoes
life's the same you're shaking like tremolo
life's the same
it's all inside you
it's so easy to blow up your problems
it's so easy to play
up your breakdown
it's so easy to fly through a window
it's so easy to
fool with the sound
it's so tough to get up
it's so tough
it's so tough to
live up
it's so tough on you
Lust For Kicks
he's got his plastic sneakers
she's got her robuck purse
he's got his butane flicker
she's got it worse
they're crazy about each
other
like a misplaced fix
they're mad about each other
they blame it
all on the lust for kicks
he's got his own dumb waiter
she's reading one
fell swoop
he gets around to it later
she fills the scoop
he's just a
hit parader
she's just a cycle ride
he likes to masquerade her
and she
tells him lies
Candy-O
candy o i need you
sunday dress ruby rings
candy o i
need you so
could you help me in
purple hum, assorted cards
razor
lights, you bring
and all to prove you're on the move
and vanishing
candy o i need you so
candy o i need you so
the edge of night distract
yourself
obstacles don't work
homogenize, decentralize
it's just a
quirk
different ways to see you through
all the same in the end
peculiar star that's who you are
do you have to win
Double Life
it takes a fast car lady
to lead a double life
it takes
a slow star lady
if you want to do it twice
you take your backseat rumble
take your frontseat wife
it takes a fast car lady
to lead a double life
it takes a light foot lady
to lead a double life
it takes a good book
maybe
if you want to do it nice
when you idle at the stop light
you
better get the signal right
light foot lady, you lead a double life
lift
me from the wondermaze
alienation is the craze
and it's all gonna happen
to you
and you think it's a phase
and it's all gonna happen to you
when
you drive in a haze
it takes a freeway lady
to lead a double life
it
takes some leeway lady
if you want to do it twice
neon blinking on the
street
everyone is bittersweet
freeway lady, you lead a double life
Misfit Kid
i dream frequently
sometimes they come out funny
i go
through insanity
all they want is money
all these parties get so habitual
the same sea of faces
always pushing, always pulling
always in the races
i get cooled out
i get the come ons
i get rumbled
i
get crumbled
i'm the American misfit kid
still wondering what I did
i'm on the inside taking a fast ride
i'm stiletto so
so
sharp and I'm willing to cut
sometimes nebulous
I'm ready to strut
lost
and frantic
new age romantic
checking out the race
never cared about
what it meant
always loved disgrace
i get rhythm
i get Cornflakes
i get fast love
i get
wasted
i dream frequently
sometimes they come out funny
i live
with absurdity
always warm and runny
all these parties get so ritual
lonely hearts and aces
always pushing, always pulling
always in the races
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László Zoltán 2015
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