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by Bob Seger
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I was a little too tall
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Could've used a few pounds
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Tight pants points hardly reknown
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She was a black haired beauty with big dark eyes
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And points all her own sitting way up high
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Way up firm and high
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Out past the cornfields where the woods got heavy
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Out in the back seat of my '60 Chevy
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Workin' on mysteries without any clues
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Workin' on our night moves
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Trying' to make some front page drive-in news
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Workin' on our night moves in the summertime
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In the sweet summertime
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We weren't in love oh no far from it
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We weren't searching for some pie in the sky summit
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We were just young and restless and bored
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Living by the sword
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And we'd steal away every chance we could
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To the backroom, the alley, the trusty woods
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I used her she used me
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But neither one cared
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We were getting our share
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Workin' on our night moves
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Trying to lose the awkward teenage blues
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Workin' on out night moves
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In the summertime
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And oh the wonder
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Felt the lightning
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And we waited on the thunder
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Waited on the thunder
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I woke last night to the sound of thunder
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How far off I sat and wondered
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Started humming a song from 1962
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Ain't it funny how the night moves
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When you just don't seem to have as much to lose
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Strange how the night moves
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With autumn closing in
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Night Moves
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| Bob Seger |
