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I feel uptight on a Saturday night |
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Nine o'clock and my radio's the only light |
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I hear my song, it pulls me through |
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Comes on strong, tells me what I got to do |
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I got to |
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Get up, everybody's gonna move their feet |
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Get down, 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, everybody's gonna move their feet |
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Get down, everybody's gonna leave their seat |
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Gettin' in late, I just can't wait, no |
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It's ten o'clock and I know I gotta hit the road |
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First I drink and then I smoke |
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I start the car and I try to make the midnight show |
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Let's go |
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Get up, everybody's gonna move their feet |
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Get down, everybody's gonna leave their seat |
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I'm movin' fast, down 95 |
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Hit top speed but I'm still movin' much too slow |
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An' I feel so good, I'm so alive |
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I hear my song playin' on the radio |
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It goes |
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Get up, everybody's gonna move their feet |
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Get down, everybody's gonna leave their seat |
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It's twelve o'clock, I wanna rock |
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There's a truck ahead, the light's starin' at my eyes |
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Oh my God, there's no time to turn |
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I got to laugh 'cause I know I'm gonna die |
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Why? |
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Get up, everybody's gonna move their feet |
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Get down, everybody's gonna leave their seat |
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Get up, everybody's gonna move their feet |
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Get down, everybody's gonna leave their seat |
