| Woo hoo hoo
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| Someone’s got their hands on you
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| And not the way you want 'em to
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| But you ain’t got a real fight
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| Oh, living in your eyes
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| Somewhere in your newest fears
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| Oh, Sunday morning won’t appear
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| And I say, oh, the night, oh, the night is young
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| Oh, I say, oh, the night, oh, the night is young
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| Woo hoo hoo
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| Maybe it’s your young age
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| Oh, holding like a prison cage
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| You think you’ll grow old
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| In the same damn place
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| You’re always thinking of somewhere
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| Oh, 'cause anything is better than here
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| You’re screwing for love
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| 'cause it gets you there
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| Somewhere in your newest fears
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| Oh, Sunday morning won’t appear
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| Oh, I say, oh, the night, oh, the night is young
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| Oh, I say, oh, the night, oh, the night is young
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| The night is young
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| You know your daddy lived hard
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| And it took his heart
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| Go out and knock on his grave
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| To see if he’ll wake up
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| He’ll slap you right in the face
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| Say, «Oh, honey, hey
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| I don’t think your day has come
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| Honey, oh, the night, oh, the night is young»
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| The night is young
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| The night is young
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| The night is young
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| Woo hoo hoo
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| Someone’s got their hands on you
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| Oh, what the hell are you gonna do?
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| As you know, oh, the night, oh, the night is young
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| Oh, I say, oh, the night, oh the night is young |