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I feel uptight on a Saturday night |
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Nine o' clock, the radio's the only light |
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I hear my song and it pulls me through |
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Comes on strong, tells me what I got to do |
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I got to get up |
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Everybody's gonna move their feet |
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Get down |
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Everybody's gonna leave their seat |
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You gotta lose your mind in Detroit Rock City |
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Get up |
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Everybody's gonna move their feet |
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Get down |
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Everybody's gonna leave their seat |
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Getting late, I just can't wait |
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Ten o'clock and I know I gotta hit the road |
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First I drink, then I smoke |
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Start the car and I try to make the midnight show |
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Get up |
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Everybody's gonna move their feet |
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Get down |
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Everybody's gonna leave their seat |
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Moving fast down 95 |
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Hit top speed but I'm still moving much too slow |
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I feel so good, I'm so alive |
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Hear my song playing on the radio, it goes |
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Get up |
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Everybody's gonna move their feet |
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Get down |
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Everybody's gonna leave their seat |
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Twelve o'clock, I gotta rock |
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There's a truck ahead, lights staring at my eyes |
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Oh, my God, no time to turn |
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I got to laugh 'cause I know I'm gonna die, why? |
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Get up |
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Everybody's gonna move their feet |
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Get down |
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Get up |
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Everybody's gonna move their feet |
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Get down |