| Shadows are banished form the
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| Darkened thrones they took above our valley city
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| Slain by a shimmering midnight dawn of neon lights
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| Revel in the warmth of summer nights
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| Don’t think of sorrows that we left behind
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| We it the sidewalk and we hold our heads up high
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| Salt City livin', this is the place that we call home
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| Salt City livin', we ride beneath the mountain thrones
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| Salt City livin', this town is ours to take tonight
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| Salt City livin', we won’t rest until the morning’s light
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| Now driving high across the 80
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| I can see beyond the setting sun
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| The city lights below a sea of burning stars
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| So grab a Wasatch, knock it back
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| And don’t forget to grab a few for us
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| The night is young and so are we and that’s enough
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| Salt City livin', this is the place that we call home
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| Salt City livin', we ride beneath the mountain thrones
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| Salt City livin', this town is ours to take tonight
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| Salt City livin', we won’t rest until the morning’s light
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| Salt City livin', this is the place that we call home
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| Salt City livin', we ride beneath the mountain thrones
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| Salt City livin', this town is ours to take tonight
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| Salt City livin', we won’t rest until the morning’s light |