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[Intro] | E | E | [Verse 1]
The strEeet was deserted late Friday night We were bAugging each other while we sat out the light We bEoth popped the clutch when the light turned green You shBould have heard the whine from my screaming machine I flEew past La Bream down to Crescent Heights And Aall the Jag could see were my six taillights He pEassed me at Doheny and I started to swerve But I pF#mulled it out and there we wBere, at Deadman's curve
[Chorus]
DEeadman's Curve is no place to play D/F# DGeadman's Curve
[Verse 2]
C Well, the last thing I remember, Doc., I started to swerve Am And then I saw the Jag slide into the curve F I know I'll never forget that horrible sight Bb I found out for myselfB that everyone was right
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Won't come bCack from DAeadman's CBurve
[Chorus]
DEeadman's Curve is no place to play DC#meadman's Curve, you best keep away DAeadman's Curve, I can hear them say You wBon't come bCack from DAeadman's CBurve E