| Headed back on a highway drive, Interstate Eighty-five
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| Comin' back from a show that we had in Charlotte
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| It was getting kind of late and the fireworks display, it played a thief to all
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| the stars glory
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| The wheels they were turning, boy my eyes they were burning, it said Raleigh
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| fifty miles
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| Big city, turn me on
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| Pick me up, throw me down just like your doll
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| Tell me I’m wrong when I know just what I saw
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| Big city turn me on
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| Me and my friends go to the same bar every Thursday
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| We stare at the centerfold eyes that keep mixing our drinks
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| The liquor lies are all that’s left of this poor girl’s innocence
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| She don’t know my name but I’ll be damned if one day she won’t
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| Big city, turn me on
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| Pick me up, throw me down just like your doll
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| Tell me I’m wrong when I know just what I saw
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| Big city turn me on
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| Candlelight retrospection on a hand-me-down couch
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| There is coffee in my hand, her head in my lap, and Dylan on the stereo
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| Like a jewelry store window her eyes, they were made to sparkle
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| And for a moment I still believed in love
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| Big city, turn me on
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| Pick me up, throw me down just like your doll
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| Tell me I’m wrong when I know good-and-well what I saw
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| Big city, turn me on, boy, turn me on
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| I said, turn me on
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| I said, big city turn me on
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| Big city, turn me on
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| Big city, turn me on
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| Big city, turn me on |