| As you brush your shoes and stand before your mirror
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| And you comb your hair and grab your coat and hat
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| And you walk the streets trying to remember
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| All those wild nights breeze through your mind
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| And everything looks so complete
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| When you’re walking out on the street
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| And the wind catches your feet
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| And sends you flying, crying
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| Oooh, oo-oooh wee the wild night is calling
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| All the girls walk by dressed up for each other
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| And the boys do the boogie woogie on the corner of the street
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| And the people passing by just stare with the wild wonder
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| And the inside juke box roars just like thunder
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| And everything looks so complete
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| When you’re walking out on the street
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| And the wind catches your feet
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| And sends you flying, crying
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| Oooh, oo-ooh wee
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| The wild night is calling
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| The wild night is calling
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| Come on out and dance
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| Come on out and make romance
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| Come on out and dance
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| Come on out and make romance
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| And everything looks so complete
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| When you’re walking on the street
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| And the wind catches your feet
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| And sends you flying, crying
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| Oooh, oo-ooh wee
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| The wild night is calling
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| Oooh, oo-ooh wee
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| The wild night is calling |