| i was a little too tall could have used a few pounds
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| tight pants points hardly reknown
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| she was a black-haired beauty with big dark eyes
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| points on her own settin way up high
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| way up firm and high
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| out past the cornfields where the woods got heavy
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| out in the backseat of my sixty chevy
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| workin on mysteries without any clues
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| workin on our night moves
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| tryin to make some frontpage drive-in news
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| workin on the night moves
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| in the summertime
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| mmm in the sweet summertime
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| we weren’t in love, oh no far from it
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| we weren’t searchin for some pie-in-the-sky summit
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| we were just young and restless and bored
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| livin by the sword
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| and we’d steal away every chance we could
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| to the backrooms, and alleys, or the trusty woods
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| I used her, she used me, but neither one cared
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| we were gettin our share
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| workin on our night moves
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| tryin to lose the awkward teenage blues
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| workin on our night moves
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| mmm and it was summertime
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| mmm sweet summertime summertime
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| ohhh
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| wonderin
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| felt the lightning yeah
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| and we waited on on the thunder
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| waited on the thunder
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| i woke last night to the sound of thunder
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| how far off i sat and wondered
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| started humming a song from nineteen sixty two
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| aint it funny how the night moves
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| when just dont seem to have as much to lose
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| strange how the night moves
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| with autumn closing in
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| mmm
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| night moves
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| mmmm
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| night moves
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| yeah
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| i remember
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| oh sure remember the night moves
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| aint it funny how you remember
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| aint it funny how you remember
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| i remember i remember i remember i remember
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| oooohh ohh ohh
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| and we were workin
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| workin and practicin
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| workin and practicin all of the night moves
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| night moves
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| ooooh i remember
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| yeah yeahi remember
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| lord i remember lord i rememeber |