| Yeah, world keeps turning, I keep burning
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| Through the night like cigarettes
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| Country station, black top, ocean
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| I ain’t shook that summer yet
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| I’m doing fine like I don’t care
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| And that song comes on outta where
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| And I go right back there, yeah
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| You’re always gonna be…
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| 20 in a Chevy on a two lane
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| Hand out the window singing Night Train
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| July still tastes like your name
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| Rolling off my lips
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| And sweat drips, time slips
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| It’s my hands and your hips
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| It’s your lips on my lips
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| I wonder if you ever miss
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| 20 in a Chevy on a two lane
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| Old school feel, hay field dreaming
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| Yeah we had it all planned out
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| Hands in your hair, middle of nowhere
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| Midnight moon beating down
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| On the hood of my truck where you used to me
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| Nothing falling but your hair, the stars and me
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| Now we’re just small town history
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| Girl I swear all I see is
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| 20 in a Chevy on a two lane
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| Hand out the window singing Night Train
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| July still tastes like your name
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| Rolling off my lips
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| Sweat drips, time slips
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| It’s my hands and your hips
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| It’s your lips on my lips
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| I wonder if you ever miss
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| 20 in a Chevy on a two lane, whoa-oh
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| Yeah we were 20 in a Chevy on a two lane
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| The windows fogged up in the hard rain
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| How the hell did we have such a good thing?
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| And let it slip away, we let it slip away
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| Like 20 in a Chevy on a two lane
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| Hand out the window singing Night Train
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| July still tastes like your name
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| Rolling off my lips
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| Sweat drips, time slips
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| It’s my hands and your hips
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| It’s your lips on my lips
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| I wonder if you ever miss
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| 20 in a Chevy on a two lane
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| 20 in a Chevy on a two lane
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| Girl you were 20 in a Chevy on a two lane |