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I feel uptight on a Saturday Night
Nine'o'clock the radio's the only light
I hear my song and it pulls me through
It comes on strong, tells me what i got to do (I gotta)
Get up, everybody's gonna move their feet
Get down, everybody's gonna leave their seat
You gotta lose your mind in Detroit, Rock City
Get up, everybody's gonna move their feet
Get down, everybody's gonna leave their seat
Get in late, I just cant wait
Ten'o'clock, and I know I gotta hit the road
First I drink, then I smoke
Start the car, and I try to make the midnight show
Get up, everybody's gonna move their feet
Get down, everybody's gonna leave their seat
Movin fast, down ninety-five
Picked up speed, but im still movin much too slow
I feel so good, im so alive
I hear my song playin on the radio, it goes
Get up, everybody's gonna move their feet
Get down, everybody's gonna leave their seat You gotta lose your life in Detroit, Rock City
Twelve'o'clock, I gotta rock
There's a truck ahead, light starin at my eyes
Oh my god! No time to turn
I got to laugh cause I know im gonna die (Why?!!)
Get up, everybody's gonna move their feet
Get down
Get up, everybody's gonna leave their seat
Get down

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