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Jimmy Dean - Icehouse
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Jimmy Dean Icehouse

Jimmy Dean - Icehouse
There's a mist over Broadway
Breathing cool sheets of rain
Lights his last cigarette and
Turns his back to the wind

BRIDGE
She says, baby, I don't know
Just how to explain
And I can't see the sense
And I can't play this game
But he's not even listening
He stares at the ground
And she won't ever know
What was on his mind

CHORUS
Well, now, he's a rebel without a cause
Hey, c'mon, let's make a deal
See your name in lights just like Jimmy Dean
Live and die behind the wheel

Opened out on the highway
Leaving her far behind
There's a star down on Sunset
He says, yeah, this one's mine
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