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Moon is high, shining down on the flowers |
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You and I while away the hours |
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Walk me down the sweltering street |
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I want to feel the city's summer heat |
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They're gonna play those old records till dawn |
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Let the music go on and on and on |
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It's too hot to sleep anyway |
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So we might as well stay |
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It's getting late, they're closing their doors |
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Let's go upstairs and dance some more |
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The words left unsaid can be told in time |
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You've gone to my head like sweet moonshine |
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Let's play those old records till dawn |
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Let the music go on and on and on |
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It's too hot to sleep anyway |
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So you might as well stay |
