Summer in the city where the air is still

A baby being born to the overkill

Who cares what people say

We walk down love's motorway



Ambition and love wearing boxing gloves

And singing hearts and flowers



Somewhere in my heart

There is a star that shines for you

Silver splits the blue

Love will see you through

And somewhere in my heart

There is the will to set you free

All you've got to be is true



A star above the city in the northern chill

A baby being born to the overkill

No say no place to go

A T.V. and a radio



Ambition and love wearing boxing gloves

And singing hearts and flowers



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But who could heal

What's never been as one

Our hearts have been torn

Since the day we were born

Just like anyone



>From Westwood to Hollywood

The one thing that's understood

Is that you can't buy time

But you can sell your soul

And the closest thing to heaven is to rock and roll



Chorus