| Happy hour, Tuesday night
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| Heard a whisper from behind
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| «Hey stranger, how ya been?
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| Been a while hasn’t it?»
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| Saw the lime and Tanqueray
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| I could see nothing’s change
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| Said, «How's the West coast?
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| What brings you back home?»
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| Next thing I know
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| The band played on
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| And we danced to every song
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| Another one of those nights
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| Where we didn’t wanna leave
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| Kissing like you never left
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| Got my heart back in a wreck
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| Spinning under those lights
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| Like a record on repeat
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| Right on time
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| In the groove, you and me
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| Like we didn’t miss a beat
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| If it was quiet or it was loud
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| A couple people or a crowd
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| Hell, I couldn’t tell
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| We were lost in ourselves
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| Like the music never stopped
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| It was like the needle dropped
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| Right where we left off, left off
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| The band played on
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| And we danced to every song
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| Another one of those nights
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| Where we didn’t wanna leave
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| Kissing like you never left
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| Got my heart back in a wreck
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| Spinning under those lights
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| Like a record on repeat
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| Right on time
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| In the groove, you and me
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| Like we didn’t miss a beat
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| Right on time
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| In the groove
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| You and me, just you and me
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| The band played on
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| And we danced to every song
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| Another one of those nights
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| Where we didn’t wanna leave
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| Kissing like you never left
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| Got my heart back in a wreck
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| Spinning under those lights
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| Like a record on repeat
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| Right on time
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| In the groove, you and me
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| Like we didn’t miss a beat
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| No, we didn’t miss a beat
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| Didn’t miss a beat |