| Seventeen, we owned those streets
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| Parking lot, that was our spot
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| That’s where we’d always meet
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| And we’d roll on out in a pickup truck parade
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| Stake our claim with a fire in a field in the middle of Nowhere, USA
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| We’d light the midnight up
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| We’d drive too fast
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| We’d get too loud
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| We thought we made the world go ‘round
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| Nothin' but a bunch of time to kill
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| Set up on the big hill
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| Make a toast, drink it down
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| Say, yeah man, we run this town
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| All the girls next door
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| They’d meet us out there
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| They couldn’t wait to get away
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| And come and let down their hair
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| We were rough around the edges
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| They were sweet as they could be
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| They were way too good
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| But they still let us steal a little kiss before they’d leave
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| Guess they thought we were cool because
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| We’d drive too fast
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| We’d get too loud
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| Yeah, we thought we made the world go ‘round
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| Drop it down in four-wheel
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| Set up on a big hill
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| And make a toast, drink it down
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| Say, yeah man, we run this town
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| From crazy kids to dirt road kings
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| Oh, we didn’t know nothin'
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| But we knew everything
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| We’d drive too fast
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| We’d get too loud
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| We thought we made the world go ‘round
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| Nothin' but a bunch of time to kill
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| Set up on the big hill
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| Make a toast, drink it down
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| Say, yeah man, we run this town
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| High five and look around
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| Damn right, we run this town
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| Man, I love this town
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| Come on |