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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 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

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Stated there till the 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
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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, 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,
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Oh, Springsteen
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Whoah, oh, oh, oh

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Whoah, oh, oh, oh

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Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
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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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Oh Springsteen

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Whoah, oh, oh, oh

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Whoah, oh, oh, oh

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Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh