| On a night like tonight
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| It’s easy to believe love really might be in the air
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| The temperature is perfect
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| And I’m pretty sure Spring won’t be going anywhere
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| So whaddya say we all go down to Providence Canyon?
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| Carve our names in the side of a red clay wall?
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| Somebody grab matches, I’ll get the cooler
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| Why didn’t we think of this sooner?
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| The night won’t last forever, after all
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| Roll the windows down, kick your feet up on the dash
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| And ride away
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| Four wheels and a rusty frame is all we got, but just the same
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| It’ll get us there
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| Whaddya say we all go down to Providence Canyon?
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| Carve our names in the side of a red clay wall?
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| I got the wheel, somebody play an old song
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| That reminds us we’re still young
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| The night won’t last forever, after all
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| After all stars fall bright there
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| I can’t recall a more peaceful piece of ground
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| After all, tomorrow is unclear
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| After all these years
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| Whaddya say we all go down to Providence Canyon?
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| Carve our names in the side of a red clay wall?
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| Somebody grab matches, I’ve got the cooler
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| Why didn’t we think of this sooner?
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| The night won’t last forever, after all
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| Oh the night won’t last forever, after all
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| Oh the night can’t last forever, after all |