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i was a little too tall could have used a few pounds tight pants points hollerin' out she was a black-haired beauty with big dark eyes points on her own settin way up high way up firm and high out past the cornfields where the woods got heavy out in the backseat of my sixty chevy workin on mysteries without any clues workin on our night moves tryin to make some frontpage drive-in news workin on the night moves in the summertime mmm in the sweet summertime we weren't in love, oh no far from it we weren'tsearchin for some pie-in-the-sky summit we were just young and restless and bored livin by the sword and we'd steal away every chance we could to the backrooms, and alleys, or the trusty woods I used her, she used me, but neither one cared we were gettin our share workin on our night moves tryin to lose the awkward teenage blues workin on our night moves mmm and it was summertime mmm sweet summertime summertime ohhh wonderin felt the lightning yeah and we waited on on the thunder waited on the thunder i woke last night to the sound of thunder how far off i sat and wondered started humming a song from nineteen sixty two aint it funny how the night moves when just dont seem to have as much to lose strange how the night moves with autumn closing in mmm night moves mmmm night moves yeah i remember oh sure remember the night moves aint it funny how you remember aint it funny how you remember i remember i remember i remember i remember oooohh ohh ohh and we were workin workin and practicin workin and practicin all of the night moves night moves ooooh i remember yeah yeahi remember lord i remember lord i rememeber

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