| On these American nights
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| That’s when we all go out
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| That’s when we feel alive
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| That’s when the tops go down
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| I break a dollar at the bar
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| And make the jukebox sing
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| So tell Rosie what you want
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| The first round’s on me
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| We’re gonna light up these streets baby
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| Shake the dust off all your dreams baby
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| We’re gonna lose a little sleep baby
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| On these American nights!
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| Under the stars and stripes
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| We live and die with our friends
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| There’s nothing we can’t do
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| As soon as the sun sets
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| I’m gonna find me a girl
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| I’m gonna try to make her laugh
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| And once she gives me that look
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| I’m gonna take her hand
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| 'Cause everything about her reminds me
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| Of all the broken romance behind me
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| I’m giving love another chance to find me
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| On these American nights!
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| Days like these don’t come up any higher
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| We’ve got main street lit up like a fire
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| Nothing compares to breathing the air
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| When I’m back in my hometown
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| Someday my kids will run like I did
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| On these streets and old playgrounds!
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| I wanna drive all night
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| Turn up the radio loud
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| Love’s hanging in the breeze
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| I shut the whole world out
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| So come and ride with me baby
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| I’m saving you the front seat baby
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| Feeling nothing but free baby
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| On these American nights!
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| On these American nights! |