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As you brush your shoes |
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Stand before the mirror |
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And you comb your hair |
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Grab your coat and hat |
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And you walk wet streets |
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Tryin' to remember |
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All the wild night breezes |
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In your memory ever |
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And everything looks so complete |
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When you're walkin' out on the street |
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And the wind catches your feet |
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Sends you flyin', cryin' |
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Ooh, woo, wee |
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Wild night is calling, alright |
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Ooh, woo, wee |
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Wild night is calling |
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All the girls walk by |
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Dressed up for each other |
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And the boys do the boogie-woogie |
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On the corner of the street |
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And the people, passin' by |
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Stare in wild wonder |
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And the inside juke-box |
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Roars out just like thunder |
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And everything looks so complete |
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When you walk out on the street |
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And the wind catches your feet |
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And sends you flyin', cryin' |
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Woo, woo, wee |
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Wild night is calling, alright |
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Ooh, woo, wee |
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Wild night is calling, alright |
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Well, the wild night is calling |
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The wild night is calling |
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Come on out and dance |
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Whoa, come on out and make romance |
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Yes, indeed |
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Come on out and dance |
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Come on out, make romance |
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The wild night is calling, alright |
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The wild night is calling |
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Come on out an dance |
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Yeah, come on out and make romance |
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Come on out and dance, alright |
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Come on out and make romance |
