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I guess you're old enough to know |
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Kids out on the east coast |
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Roughly twenty years old |
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They got coaxed out by a certain perfect ratio |
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Of warm beer to the summer smoke |
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And the Meat |
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Loaf to the |
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Billy Joel |
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Certain songs they get so scratched into our souls |
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She goes low on the seats when she gets high in her car |
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She looks shallow but she's neck deep in the steamy dreams of the guys along the harbor bars |
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She's pulling out her shirttails and she's jacking up her socks |
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Stern and stoned and confident, coming up towards the jukebox |
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Born into the only songs that everybody finally sings along |
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B-1 is for the good girls and it's "Only The Good Die Young" |
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C-9 is for the making eyes, it's "Paradise By The Dashboard Light" |
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B12 is for the speeders and |
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D4 is for the lovers |
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And the hard drugs are for the bartenders and the kitchen workers and the bartender's friends |
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And they're playing it again |
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And Ellen |
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Foley gives 'em hope |
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And certain songs they get scratched into our souls |
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I guess you're old enough to know |
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Kids out on the west coast are taking off their clothes |
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Screwing in the surf and going out to shows |
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They get high and ride around in |
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GTOsCertain songs they get so scratched into our souls |
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Certain songs they get so scratched into our souls |
