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Verse:
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To this day when I hear that song,
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I see you standing there on that lawn,
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Discount shades, store bought tan,
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flip-flops and cut off jeans.
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Somewhere between that setting sun,
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I'm On Fire and Born To Run,
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You looked at me and I was done,
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but we were just getting started.


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I was singing to you, you were singing to me,
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I was so alive, never been more free,
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Fired up my daddy's lighter and we sang oh-woah-oh-woah-ohh.


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Stayed there till they forced us out,
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We took the long way to your house,
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And I can still hear the sound,
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Of you saying don't go.

Chorus:
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When I think about you,
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I think about 17,
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I think about my old Jeep,
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I think about the stars in the sky.
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Funny how a melody sounds like a memory,
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Like a soundtrack to a July Saturday night,
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Springsteen.

Verse:
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If I bumped in to you by happenstance,
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You probably wouldn't even know who I am,
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But if I whispered your name,
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I bet there'd still be a spark.
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From back when I was gasoline and this old tattoo had brand new ink,
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And we didn't care what your mom would think 'bout your name on my arm.
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Baby is it spring or is it summer,
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The guitar sound or the beat of the drummer,
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You hear sometimes late at night on your radio.
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Even though you're a million miles away,
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When you hear Born In The USA,
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Do you relive those Glory Days from so long ago?

Chorus:
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When you think about me,
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Do you think about 17,
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Do you think about my old Jeep,
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Think about the stars in the sky.
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Funny how a melody sounds like a memory,
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Like a soundtrack to a July Saturday night,
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Springsteen, Springsteen.

Interlude:
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Whoah-oh-oh-oh-oh, Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh, Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh, Ohh-ohh.

Outro:
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Funny how a melody sounds like a memory
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Like a soundtrack to a July Saturday night
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Springsteen,
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Springsteen
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Oh Springsteen


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Whoah-oh-oh-oh-oh, Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh, Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh, Ohh-ohh. x4
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