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Our last day of summer, 1979.
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Gotta live it up one more 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 well be sneaking in.
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You'll be spending your whole night
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trying everything you can to get that girl to notice you.
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"We are the Champions" playing loud on the radio station.
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Everyone sing along with these anthems of our generation.
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Cruising 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 crowding 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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Sneak out of your window, darling.
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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 raging on and they ain't ever gonna stop
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summer 79
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| The Ataris |
