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Get back on track, pick me up some bottles of booze
Fickle freshman probably thinks he’s cooler than you
A hay ride, a fire, everybody’s coming around
So go press your skirt, word is there’s a new girl in town

I call shotgun, you can play your R ‘n’ B tunes
The fellowship time, it always comes a little too soon
The land of the creeps freshened up and baby faced shaved
Put your eyes on me and I know a place where we can get away

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I like to dance all night, summons the day
But that’s how I play, yeah that’s how I play
I said who are you? Don’t matter who you are
So we dance all night and dance all day

I say, I say

We’re gonna fuel the fire, gonna stoke it up
We’re gonna sip this wine and pass the cup
Who needs avenues, who needs reservoirs
Gonna show this town how to kiss these stars

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I gotta notion to say what doesn’t feel right
Got an answer in your story today
It gave me a sign that didn’t feel right, no

So don’t knock it, don’t knock it
You’ve been here before
So don’t knock it, don’t knock it
You’ve been here before

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What a night for a dance, you know I’m a dancing machine
With a fire in my bones and the sweet taste of kerosene
I get lost in the night so high I don’t want to come down
To face the loss of the good thing that I’ve found

In the dark of the night I could hear you calling my name
With the hardest of hearts I still feel full of pain
So I drink and I smoke and I ask you if you’re ever around
Even though it was me who drove us right in the ground

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Lay where you’re laying, don’t make a sound
I know they’re watching, they’re watching
All the commotion, the kiddie like play
Has people talking, talking

You, your sex is on fire

The dark of the alley, the breaking of day
The head while I’m driving, I’m driving
Soft lips are open, knuckles are pale
Feels like you’re dying, you’re dying

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