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Bright lights, hold tight
It's a Hollywood night
Low ride, pink skies
Palm trees are flying by
Summer time in the prime
With a touch of the divine
Blurred lines free minds
Caged up inside the pine
Burn cruise, hot box
Clear it out, flip the top
Hit the switch, find the itch
High flying to the drop
Come around burdens down
Dreams up feeling proud
There's a heartbeat in the sound
But still
I'm going numb
It's hard to speak
I know this feeling inside me
To turn around or face the beast
To be the person on the big screen
Going numb
Feeling weak
Practice comes before you preach
It's all around within your reach
To be the James Dean on the big screen in my dreams
Oooh oooh
To be the James Dean on the big screen in my dreams
Oooh oooh
Time for the rockslide into the roll
When ya looking for a high tide vibe in the low
Gotta flip it to the east side stride on the go
It's a piece of the street rust dust on the soul
Like an evening flame burnt out in the cold
And a little bit of sympathetic resophonic gold
While the metronome is overloading tempos to the dome
Rest up, good night, God speed, go home
Ease up
This ain't no time to rush
Pull back take a sec quick check hush hush
Hang tight pack light cause it's about to bust
Time to shine hit the grind but still I'm
Going numb
It's hard to speak
I know this feeling inside me
To turn around or face the beast
To be the person on the big screen
Going numb
Feeling weak
Practice comes before the preach
It's all around within your reach
To be the James Dean on the big screen in my dreams
Oooh oooh