| Remember when we used to sneak out
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| Remember when we would howl at the moon
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| Radio crackling Sweet Melissa
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| On a sticky summer night in June
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| You always wore that corduroy jacket
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| And those bell bottom patched up jeans
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| Well, honey, put them back on
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| And Meet me down at the reservoir past the state line
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| And we ll cause a scene
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| You bring the weed I ll bring the wine
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| Crawl in the backseat, honey, and have a good time
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| You bring the weed I ll bring the wine
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| C mon and shake my honey
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| Sometimes I feel just like a prisoner
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| Seems like all I do is go to work and go to bed
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| Man, I just wanna have one more night like that
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| So wild and free, run around and wake the dead CH
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| F#m F#m7 A B Give me a chance to take it all away
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| I ll clear your head of all your trouble
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| You bring the weed I ll bring the wine
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| Crawl in the backseat, honey, and have a good time
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| You bring the weed I ll bring the wine
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| C mon and make some honey
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| Bring it all back, bring it all back, bring it all back |