Take me out where the fields don't end,
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Where I belong, where me and my friends
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Are holding it down and standing our ground.
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Friday night, ain't no way I'm gonna miss that blue moon rising/
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Ain't nobody gonna drag me down.
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Spinning tires buring fast, sun setting on a dust cloud highway
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Spark that fuse and lets blow this town.
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Just over that hill there's a good time waiting,
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Come on, come on, come on baby.
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Take me out where the fields don't end,
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Where I belong, where me and my friends
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Are holding it down, standing our ground.
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We live life just a little too loud,
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A little too tough, a little too proud.
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Holding it down ¡®till the end of our days,
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We're doing it our way.
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Way out here ain't no rules, get loose get a little bit crazy.
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Ain¡¯t no way that they're stopping us, baby.
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Grab my hand, it's our song, we can dance in the headlights, maybe,
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make a little love ¡®till the sun comes up.
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It's gonna be wild, it's gonna be amazing,
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Come on, come on, come on, come on baby.
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Take me out where the fields don't end,
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Where I belong, where me and my friends
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Are holding it down, standing our ground.
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We live life just a little too loud,
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A little too tough, a little too proud.
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Holding it down ¡®till the end of our days,
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We're doing it our way.
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Just over that hill there¡¯s a good time waiting,
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Girl it's gonna get wild, it's gonna be amazing,
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Come on, come on, come on, come on baby.
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Take me out where the fields don't end,
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Where I belong, where me and my friends
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Are holding it down, standing our ground.
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We live life just a little too loud,
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A little too tough, a little too proud.
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Holding it down ¡®till the end of our days,
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We're doing it our way.
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Yeah, we¡¯re doing it our way.
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Yeah, we¡¯re doing it our way.
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Doing It Our Way
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| Gloriana |
