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
And you’re singing the songs
Thinking this is the life
And you wake up in the morning
And your head feels twice the size
Where you gonna go?
Where you gonna go?
Where you gonna sleep tonight?
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