| Slow summer on a Friday
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| Here we go again, wild in the wind
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| Mama knows she’s gonna be late
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| Hit the party just to watch her dance
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| Good to go when she grabs your hand
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| Like a shot from a gun, it’s a dead run
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| The first leg of a getaway plan
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| You burn rubber when you smoke them tires
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| Day’s gone and the night’s on fire
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| She’s telling you turn off the highway
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| The sunset melts all the blue away
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| Blackbird watching on the telephone wire
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| Whiskey on her lips and the night’s on fire
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| Littered with stars close enough to touch
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| July promise in the back of that truck
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| Her every move was taking you higher
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| You try to play it cool but the night’s on fire
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| She’s a seat laid back, a boy’s dream
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| Drawin' hearts in the window steam
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| She’s a gettin' you right, knows what you like
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| And pours it on like gasoline
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| When you know what you’re headed to
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| What’s a red blooded boy to do
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| She’s telling you turn off the highway
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| The sunset melts all the blue away
|
| Blackbird watching on the telephone wire
|
| Whiskey on her lips and the night’s on fire
|
| Littered with stars close enough to touch
|
| July promise in the back of that truck
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| Her every move was taking you higher
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| You try to play it cool but the night’s on fire
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| You try to play it cool but the night’s on fire
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| She’s telling you turn off the highway
|
| The sunset melts all the blue away
|
| Blackbird watching on the telephone wire
|
| Whiskey on her lips and the night’s on fire
|
| Littered with stars close enough to touch
|
| July promise in the back of that truck
|
| Her every move was taking you higher
|
| You try to play it cool but the night’s on fire
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| You try to play it cool but the night’s on fire
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| You try to play it cool but the night’s on fire |