| All of this town seems drunk tonight
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| And I’m looking for your hand
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| And the girls I see now
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| Are driving around in borrowed minivans
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| They’re wearing tank tops and knee-high pants
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| And laughingly singing out loud
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| They’re running around this old town
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| Looking for their man
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| Some of the people seem lost tonight
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| With all the drunken hands in flight
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| So take me to the country land
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| It’s time for us to make a stand
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| And it’s time to make some music right
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| We’ll know each other better tonight
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| So carry me out past the place I live
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| I think I’m ready; |
| I’m ready to give
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| You everything, anything, little or big
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| I’m ready, I’m ready, I’m ready to live
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| We’re leaving the line of buried burns
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| To wet basement apartments
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| And into our arms
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| Flying birds through the watery parks
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| We’ll fly on our bikes in this
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| DARK! |
| DARK! |
| DARK! |
| DARK!
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| And all of the people are with us tonight
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| And all their hopeful plans
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| So take me to the country land
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| So we can make a stand
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| It’s time to make some music right
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| It’s time to make this land feel bright
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| It’s time to use our hands for right
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| And make this place feel right tonight |