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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeDead Mans Curve
[Verse 1]EThe street was deserted late Friday nightAWe were bugging each other while we sat out the lightEWe both popped the clutch when the light turned greenYou should have heard the whine from my screaming machineEI flew past La Bream down to Crescent HeightsAAnd all the Jag could see were my six taillightsEHe passed me at Doheny and I started to swerveBut I pulled it out and there we were, at Deadman's curve[Chorus]Deadman's Curve is no place to playDeadman's Curve[Verse 2]Well, the last thing I remember, Doc., I started to swerveAnd then I saw the Jag slide into the curveI know I'll never forget that horrible sightI found out for myself that everyone was right[Bridge]]Won't come back from Deadman's Curve[Chorus]EDeadman's Curve is no place to playDeadman's Curve, you best keep awayADeadman's Curve, I can hear them sayYou won't come back from Deadman's Curve
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