| Every heartland, farmtown, fencepost son
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| Every west coast big break queen
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| All you high rise, skyline, concrete kids
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| Every zip code in between
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| Grab your first time front porch pounded heart
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| And gas up your Chevrolet
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| Cause the sun’s half gone and it won’t be long
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| Til' we make our getaway
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| This is our time
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| Our night to shine
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| Oh take my hand, hold on tight
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| Don’t look back to the morning light
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| Let the world go, play spin slow
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| Tell tomorrow not to hurry, we’re just fine
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| This is our night to shine
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| Pin a flower on that sport coat
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| Lace up your new church shoes
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| Grab your favorite pair of Denim
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| Patched up knees and faded blue
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| Fold two twenty’s in your pocket
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| Kiss your mama at the door
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| Take a picture perfect post card
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| And send it all across the world
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| This is our time
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| Our night to shine
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| Oh take my hand, hold on tight
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| Don’t look back to the morning light
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| Let the world go, play spin slow
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| Tell tomorrow not to hurry, we’re just fine
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| This is our night
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| Rock back on your heels
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| Lean into the crowd
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| Take hold of this chance
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| There’s no backing down
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| This is our night
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| Our night to shine
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| Oh take my hand, hold on tight
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| Don’t look back til' the morning light
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| Let the world go
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| Let it spin slow
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| Tell tomorrow not to hurry
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| We’re just fine
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| This is our night
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| This is our night
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| This is our night
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| This is our night
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| This is our night to shine |