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I feel uptight on a saturday night |
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Nine o' clock, the radio's the only light |
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I hear my song and it pulls me through |
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Comes on strong, tells me what I've got to do |
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I got to |
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Get up |
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Everybody's gonna move their feet |
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Get down |
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Everybody's gonna leave their seat |
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You gotta lose your mind in detroit rock city |
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Get up |
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Everybody's gonna move their feet |
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Get down |
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Everybody's gonna leave their seat |
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Getting late I just can't wait |
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Ten o'clock and I know I gotta hit the road |
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First I drink, then I smoke |
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Start the car, and I try to make the midnight show |
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Get up |
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Everybody's gonna move their feet |
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Get down |
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Everybody's gonna leave their seat |
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Movin' fast, doin' 95 |
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Hit top speed but I'm still movin' much too slow |
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It feel so good, I'm so alive |
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Hear my song playin' on the radio |
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Well it goes |
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Get up |
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Everybody's gonna move their feet |
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Get down |
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Everybody's gonna leave their seat |
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Twelve o'clock, I gotta rock |
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There's a truck ahead, lights starin' at my eyes |
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Oh my god, no time to turn |
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I gotta laugh 'cause I notice that I'm gonna die |
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Why!? |
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Get up |
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Everybody's gonna move their feet |
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Get up |
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Everybody's gonna leave their seat |
