Tác giả : Rick Springfield
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It all started here, she was a girl form the midwest 
He was a stranger in a strange land 
Same old story 
He came for the glory 
She came looking for a young man's hand 
 
But they found bright lights 
And endless nights 
And men just used her innocent ways 
He found it all so pretty, hypnotized by the city 
They lost sight of the reason 
They lost count of the days 
 
And they were two souls searching for each other 
One spirit looking for the other 
Caught between a hard hard place and a rock 
 
Two souls searching for heaven 
Rolling the dice looking for a seven 
To the tick, tick, ticking of time 
Gotta beat the clock 
 
Too many nights on the ledge 
He acquired a knife-edge 
Still the city didn't acquiesce to his demands 
Some nights she cried for pity in the heart of the city 
The city smacked her hands 
 
He met her one endless night 
Her eyes had a light 
There was something familiar about the smell of her skin 
He held her tighter and tighter 
As he danced inside her 
She knew from the moment that she let him in 
 
They'd been two souls searching for each other 
One spirit looking for the other 
Caught between a hard hard place and a rock 
 
Two souls searching for heaven 
Rolling the dice looking for a seven 
To the tick, tick, ticking of time 
Gotta beat the clock 
Beat the clock 
Beat the clock 
Beat the clock 
 
Two souls searching for each other 
One spirit looking for the other 
Caught between a hard hard place and a rock 
 
Two souls searching for heaven 
Rolling the dice looking for a seven 
To the tick, tick, ticking of time 
Gotta beat the clock