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Introducción:
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Well that sun was goin down in that sleepy Georgia town
Flying down that interstate, and I got the top rolled down
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and as I walked through that front door well, I felt eighteen again
Well she's sittin' in the corner all alone on her bar stool
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And I said something foo-li-sh, She (xxxx xx xx xxxx)
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As we moved across that dance floor well, I felt eighteen again
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Eighteen was such a long time ago-ho,
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When your closin in on thir-tey-hey, (Lord it must get to show)
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ahh but underneath them neon lights, eveybody's gotta know
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Wooaaaahhhh yeah.....
As we walked across that parking lot just headed for my car
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And as we hopped into that back seat well, I felt eighteen again
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Eighteen was such a long time ago-ho,
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When your closin in on thir-tey-hey, (Lord it must get to show)
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ahh but underneath them neon lights, eveybody's gotta know
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