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(originally by Van Morrison) |
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As you brush your shoes |
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And 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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Trying 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 walking out on the street |
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And the wind catches your feet |
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Sends you flying, crying |
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The wild night is calling |
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And 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, passing 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 flying, crying |
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The wild night is calling |
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The wild night is calling |
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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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Come on out and make romance |
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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 |
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The wild night is calling |
