She's born here, and she married this city
But she didn't get any money when it died
Once a summer city by the ocean
Now icy surfboards, water´s frozen
The traffic sign are clear
Says there no one else around her here
And now there's only seven miles left
Then the night comes falling the lights rushing by
And it will fall apart
Might be gone for a while
The waitress serves me in golden heels
Keeps the tables turning fast
With a blonde wig, a Passion Cosmo coloured dress
The best stones from her jewelry chest
I like the funny way
She talks and so I'll pay
Some extra, she smiles as she picks it up

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