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Burn (Deep purple)

the sky is red, I don't understandPast midnight I still see the landPeople are sayin' the woman is damnedShe makes you burn with a wave of her hand
The city's ablaze, the town's on fireThe woman's flames are reaching higherWe were fools, we called her liarAll I hear is, "Burn"
I didn't believe she was devil's spermShe said, "Curse you all, you'll never learnWhen I leave there's no return "The people laughed till she said, "Burn"
Warning came, no one caredEarth was shakin', we stood and staredWhen it came, no one was sparedStill I hear, "Burn"
You know we had no timeWe could not even tryYou know we had no time
You know we had no timeWe could not even tryYou know we had no time
The sky is red, I don't understandPast midnight I still see the landPeople are sayin' the woman is damnedShe makes you burn with a wave of her hand
Warning came, no one caredEarth was shakin, we stood and staredWhen it came, no one was sparedStill I hear, "Burn"

Highway star (Deep purple)


 Nobody gonna take my car

I'm gonna race it to the groundNobody gonna beat my carIt's gonna break the speed of soundOoh, it's a killing machineIt's got everythingLike a driving powerBig fat tires and everything
I love it and I need itI bleed itYeah, it's a wild hurricaneAlright, hold tightI'm a highway star
Nobody gonna take my girlI'm gonna keep her to the endNobody gonna have my girlShe stays close on every bendOoh, she's a killing machineShe got everythingLike a moving mouthBody control and everything
I love her, I need her, I seed herYeah, she turns me onAlright, hold on tightI'm a highway star
Nobody gonna take my headI got speed inside my brainNobody gonna steal my headNow that I'm on the road againOoh, I'm in heaven againI've got everythingLike a moving groundAn open road and everything
I love it and I need it, I seed itEight cylinders all mineAlright, hold on tightI'm a highway star
Nobody gonna take my carI'm gonna race it to the groundNobody gonna beat my carIt's gonna break the speed of soundOoh, it's a killing machineIt's got everythingLike a driving powerBig fat tires and everything
I love it and I need it, I bleed itYeah, it's a mad hurricaneAlright, hold on tightI'm a highway starI'm a highway starI'm a highway star

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