| The first thing I remember
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| I was lying in my bed
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| I couldn’t of been no more
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| Than one or two I remember there’s a radio
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| Comin' from the room next door
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| And my mother laughed
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| The way some ladies do
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| When it’s late in the evening
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| And the music’s seeping through
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| The next thing I remember
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| I am walking down the street
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| I’m feeling all right
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| I’m with my boys
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| I’m with my troops, yeah
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| And down along the avenue
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| Some guys were shooting pool
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| And I heard the sound
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| Of a cappella groups, yeah
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| Singing late in the evening
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| And all the girls out on the stoops, yeah
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| Then I learned to play some lead guitar
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| I was underage in this funky bar
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| And I stepped outside to smoke myself a «J»
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| And when I came back to the room
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| Everybody just seemed to move
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| And I turned my amp up loud and I began to play
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| And it was late in the evening
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| And I blew that room away
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| The first thing I remember
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| When you came into my life
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| I said I’m gonna get that girl
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| No matter what I do
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| Well I guess I’d been in love before
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| And once or twice I been on the floor
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| But I never loved no one
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| The way that I loved you
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| And it was late in the evening
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| And all the music seeping through |