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Written by ricky & marty wilde
Looking out a dirty old window
Down below the cars in the
City go rushing by
I sit here alone
And I wonder why
Friday night and everyone’s moving
I can fell the heat
But it’s shooting
Heading down
I search for the beat in this dirty town
Down town the young ones are going
Down town the young ones are growing
Chorus :
We’re the kids in america (x 2)
Everybody live for the music-go-round
Bright lights the music gets faster
Look boy, don’t check on your watch
Not another glance
I’m not leaving now, honey not a chance
Hot-shot, give me no problems
Much later baby you’ll be saying never mind
You know life is cruel, life is never kind
Kind hearts don’t make a new story
Kind hearts don’t grab any glory
Ch.
Come closer, honey that’s better
Got to get a brand new experience
Feeling right
Oh don’t try to stop baby
Hold me tight
Outside a new day is dawning
Outside sububia’s sprawling everywhere
I don’t want to go baby
New york to east california
There’s a new wave coming I warn you
Ch.
We’re the kids
We’re the kids
We’re the kids in america
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