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Blondie

11:59

Leaning in your corner like a candidate for wax.
Sidewalk social scientist don t get no satisfaction from your cigarette
It s ten to ten.
Time is running out.
Lock up all your memories.
Get outa here, you know that we can run.
Today can last another million years.
Today could be the end of me.
It s 11:59, and I want to stay alive.
Pumping like a fugitive in cover from the night.
Take it down the freeway like a bullet to the ocean.
Wait until the morning, take tomorrow by the hand.
Take it down the highway like a rocket to the ocean.
We can run.
Today can last another million years.
Today could be the end of me.
It s 11:59, and I want to stay alive.
Hanging on a frequency, burning like a fire.
Boy, you ve got the motion down.
It s getting late, I m tired and I ve lost control.
Don t leave me here.
Time is running out.
Take me down the highway like a rocket to the ocean.
We can run.
Today can last another million years.
Today could be the end of me.
It s 11:59, and I want to stay alive.