In summer sixty three I was staying alive
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Hanging at the races, hoping to drive
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When they were done with the weekend and loading the cars
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I couldn't get a pass so I went to the bar
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I'm up in the corner nursing a beer
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Who should come laughing and joking in here
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But Bobby Brown, the winner of the sports car race
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With some friends and a girl, man, she lit up the place
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Bobby was a wild boy, one summer
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He knocked down a motel wall with a hammer
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He'd do anything, one night for a bet
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He raced through the cornfields in a Corvette
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I thought it's got to be a thrill to be like that
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With the beautiful girl and be king of the track
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But the truth is when all was said and done
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It was his Cobra I wanted, the car was the one
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It was his Cobra I wanted, the car was the one
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The car was the one
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The car was the one
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The Car Was The One
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| Mark Knopfler |
