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'55 All Over Again
Dancing across the metro skyline,
Won’t you meet me at twilight?
I don’t have very long, so let’s
Lose ourselves in these narrow hours
Let loose, give in to this night
And honey, I know that heart of yours is a graveyard
I know you’re the keeper of many men’s souls
Just as I’m sure a few have chipped away at yours
But tonight, let’s be the spirit of this worn out city
Let’s be the heart and soul of 3 a.m.
Won’t you be my small town belle tonight?
And babe, I’m not gonna lie
You got me drunk off of your eyes
And those flickering Ferris wheel lights
Let’s start a fire in each others hearts
And tear this city down, one end to the other
Move like the marathons of ‘55
And honey, I know that heart of yours is a graveyard
I know you’re the keeper of many men’s souls
Just as I’m sure a few have chipped away at yours
But tonight, let’s be the spirit of this worn out city
Let’s be the heart and soul of 3 a.m.
Won’t you be my small town belle tonight?
Whispered hymnals leaving your lips warm me up like a mid-July afternoon
Chain reactions race through my anatomy like a line of lightening
I’ve never felt more at home than when I’m with you
Nothing has ever felt quite as right as me and you tonight
You got my heart shaking like a midnight locomotive, lovely lonely
And honey, I know that heart of yours is a graveyard
I know you’re the keeper of many men’s souls
Just as I’m sure a few have chipped away at yours
But tonight, let’s be the spirit of this worn out city
Let’s be the heart and soul of 3 a.m.
Won’t you be my small town belle tonight?
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