Our last day of summer, 1979
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Gotta live it up one time before it's over
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We will make history tonight.
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Out at the drive-in
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All of our closest friends, they will be sneaking in
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You'll be spending the whole night
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Trying eveything you can to get that girl to notice you.
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"We Are the Champions" playing out on the radio station
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Everyone sing along with these anthems of our generation.
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Cruisin' down Pacific Coast Highway,
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Put the top down, crawl into the back seat.
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Let's create anthems of our own tonight.
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Down at the roller rink,
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All the cool kids crowded around the air hockey table.
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"Hey, my best friend likes you,"
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I hear you shout at me as you go skating by.
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"We Are the Champions" playing out on the radio station
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Everyone sing along with these anthems of our generation.
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Cruisin' down Pacific Coast Highway,
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Put the top down, crawl into the back seat.
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Let's create anthems of our own tonight.
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Sneak out of your window, darlin'
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Let's live like outlaws, honey
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We'll never look back.
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Climb out on this rooftop,
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And stare at the city lights below us
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This world belongs to us tonight
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The kids will keep ragin' on-
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And they ain't never gonna stop.
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"We Are the Champions" playing out on the radio station
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Everyone sing along with these anthems of our generation.
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Cruisin' down Pacific Coast Highway,
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Put the top down, crawl into the back seat.
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Let's create anthems of our own tonight.
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Summer '79
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| The Ataris |
