| To this day when I hear that song
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| I see you standin' there all night long
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| Discount shades, store bought tan
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| Flip flops and cut-off jeans
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| Somewhere between that setting sun
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| I’m on fire and born to run
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| You looked at me and I was done
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| And we’re, we’re just getting started
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| I was singin' to you, you were singin' to me
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| I was so alive, never been more free
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| Fired up my daddy’s lighter and we sang
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| Ooohh
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| Stayed there till they forced us out
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| And took the long way to your house
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| I can still hear the sound of you sayin' don’t go
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| When I think about you, I think about seventeen
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| I think about my old Jeep
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| I think about the stars in the sky
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| Funny how a melody sounds like a memory
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| Like the soundtrack to a July Saturday night
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| Springsteen
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| I bumped into you by happenstance
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| You probably wouldn’t even know who I am
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| But if I whispered your name
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| I bet there’d still be a spark
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| Back when I was gasoline
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| And this old tattoo had brand new ink
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| And we didn’t care what your mom would think
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| About your name on my arm
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| Baby is it spring or is it summer?
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| The guitar sound or the beat of that drummer
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| You hear sometimes late at night
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| On your radio?
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| Even though you’re a million miles away
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| When you hear «Born in the U.S.A.»
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| You relive those glory days
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| So long ago
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| When you think about me, do you think about seventeen?
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| Do you think about my old Jeep?
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| Think about the stars in the sky
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| Funny how a melody sounds like a memory
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| Like a soundtrack to a July Saturday night
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| Springsteen
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| Springsteen
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| Woah-oh-oh-oh
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| Funny how a melody sounds like a memory
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| Like a soundtrack to a July Saturday night
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| Springsteen
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| Springsteen
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| Woah Springsteen |