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All of this town seems drunk tonight |
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And I'm looking for your hand |
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And the girls I see now |
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Are driving around in borrowed minivans |
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They're wearing tank tops and knee-high pants |
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And laughingly singing out loud |
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They're running around this old town |
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Looking for their man |
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Some of the people seem lost tonight |
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With all the drunken hands in flight |
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So take me to the country land |
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It's time for us to make a stand |
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And it's time to make some music right |
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We'll know each other better tonight |
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So carry me out past the place I live |
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I think I'm ready; I'm ready to give |
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You everything, anything, little or big |
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I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready |
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To live |
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We're leaving the line of buried burns |
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To wet basement apartments |
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And into our arms |
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Flying birds through the watery parks |
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We'll fly on our bikes in this |
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DARK! DARK! DARK! DARK! |
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And all of the people are with us tonight |
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And all their hopeful plans |
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So take me to the country land |
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So we can make a stand |
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1! 2! 3! 4! |
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It's time to make some music right |
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It's time to make this land feel bright |
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It's time to use our hands for right |
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And make this place feel right tonight |