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All the lights are goin' down on |
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Main Street. |
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Parkin' lots are fillin' up, |
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With teenage dreams an' pick-up trucks. |
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There's gonna be a race tonight: |
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That's where |
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I'm gonna catch your eye. |
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Right across that finish line is where |
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I'll make you mine. |
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An' if it's crazy to think, maybe, |
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All you need is a love that's true, |
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Well then, baby, you can call me crazy, ' |
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Cause I do. |
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This ol' G |
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TO can't go no faster, |
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There's only two ways out tonight: |
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Winnin' or disaster. |
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Ain't nothin' but dust in my rear view. |
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Oh, everybody's cheerin', baby, |
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But all I want is you. |
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And if it's crazy to think, maybe, |
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All you need is a love that's true, |
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Well then, baby, you can call me crazy, ' |
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Cause I do. |
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An' after the smoke has settled on this town, |
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You're gonna know why true love won't back down. ' |
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Cause when wild hairs have turned to grey, |
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I still will feel this way. |
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And if it's crazy to think, maybe, |
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All you need is a love that's true, |
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Then call me crazy, ' |
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Cause I do. |
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You can call me crazy. |
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Ah, you can call me crazy. |
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You can call me crazy. |
