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You were standing with your girlfriends in the street
Falling back on forever
I wonder what you came to be
I was new in town, the boy with the eager eyes
I never was a quitter
Oblivious to schoolgirls' lies
And when I look back on those neon nights
The leather scene, the passage right
I feel the heat, I see the light
Of Miss Atomic Bomb

Making out we've got the radio on
You're gonna miss me when I'm gone
You're gonna miss me when I'm gone
Racing shadows in the moonlight
Through the desert on a hot night
And for a second there we'd won
Yeah we were innocent and young

Cast out of the night, well you've got a foolish heart
So you took your place but the fall from grace was the hardest part
It feels just like a dagger buried deep in your back
You run for cover but you can't escape the second attack
Your soul was innocent, she kissed him, she painted it black
You shoulda' seen your little face, burnin' for love
Holding on for your life
Well all that I wanted was a little touch, a little tenderness and truth
I didn't ask for much, no
Talk about being at the wrong place at the wrong time...

Miss Atomic Bomb
Making out we've got the radio on
You're gonna miss me when I'm gone
You're gonna miss me when I'm gone

Racing shadows in the moonlight
And taking chances on a hot night
And for a second there we won
Yeah we were innocent and young

The dust cloud has settled, and my eyes are clear
But sometimes in dreams of impact I still hear
Miss Atomic Bomb

I'm standing here
Sweat on my skin
And this love that I've cradled, is wearing thin

But I'm standing here
And you're too late
Your shockwave whisper, it sealed your fate

It's a proving ground
And you took a chance
On a losing game
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But you can't survive
When you want it all
There's another side

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