| Sweet 16 in the car I bought
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| We’re in my Civic in the parking lot
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| Making out 'til we couldn’t stop
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| Oh lord, it was hot as hell
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| Had my cargos and my flip flops
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| Writing ditties in the attic loft
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| Overheating on my laptop
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| Oh lord, it was hot as hell
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| Oh the Carolina nights
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| Drinking bags of wine
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| While riding in the back of a pick-up truck
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| Oh, with all my windows down
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| I think of my hometown and all those
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| Warm summer nights
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| Can’t you feel the warm breeze blowin'
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| Can’t you see the fire flies glowin'
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| And the big moon in the sky
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| I swear there is no better time
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| Than those warm summer nights
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| Sweet 16 in my CRV
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| I had my friends but no A/C
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| Jean shorts and cut off tees
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| Oh Lord, it was hot as hell
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| Cheap beer and jello shots
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| Playing pong on the tabletop
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| Stayed quiet so didn’t we get caught
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| Oh Lord, it was hot as hell
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| Oh the California nights
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| Never a cloud in sight
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| Makin' bonfires 'til they’re burning bright
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| Oh, I can see it now
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| Singing songs about all those
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| Warm summer nights
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| Can’t you feel the warm breeze blowin'
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| Can’t you see the fire flies glowin'
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| And the big moon in the sky
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| I swear there is no better time
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| Than those warm summer nights
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| Oh those warm summer nights
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| Can’t you feel the warm breeze blowin'
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| Can’t you see the fire flies glowin'
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| And the big moon in the sky
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| I swear there is no better time
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| Than those warm summer nights
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| Oh, summer nights, oh |