| A river in July, two kids on summer break,
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| Another record high, clothes scattered on the bank.
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| The rush of jumpin’in, I wanna feel that again.
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| Sun going down, build a fire in the dirt
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| You’re dancing all around wearing my t-shirt,
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| The way you pull me in, I wanna feel that again
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| Guitar comin’through the speakers,
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| That song you never wanna end,
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| Gimme some of that you and me,
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| Some of that way back when,
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| A little bit of wild and free
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| I wanna feel that again
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| Nothin’but a blur, gravel road, a flatbed Ford
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| Always was the cure, ooh whenever we got bored,
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| Sideways round the bend, yeah I wanna feel that again.
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| Guitar comin’through the speakers,
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| That song you never wanna end,
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| Gimme some of that you and me,
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| Some of that way back when,
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| A little bit of wild and free
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| I wanna feel that again
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| Guitar comin’through the speakers,
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| That song you never wanna end,
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| Gimme some of that you and me,
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| Some of that way back when,
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| A little bit of wild and free
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| I wanna feel that again
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| Feel that again |