To this day, when I hear that song
I see you standin' there all that lawn
discount shades and store bought tan
Flip-flops and cut-off jeans
Somewhere between that certain song
'I'm on fire', 'I'm born to run'
You looked at me and I was done
And we, we're just gettin' started
I was singin' to you, you were singin' to me
I was so alive, never been more free
Fired up my daddy's lighter and we
Sang 'Ooh, ooh'
Stayed there 'til they forced us out
And took the long way to your house
I can still hear the sound
Of you sayin', "Don't go"
When I think about you
I think about seventeen
I think about my old jeep
I think about the stars in the sky
Funny how a melody
Sounds like a memory
Like a soundtrack to a July Saturday night
Springsteen
I bumped into you by happenstance
You probably wouldn't even know who I am
But if you whispered your name, I bet
There'd still be a spark
I'm back when I was gasoline
And this old tattoo had brand new ink
And we didn't care what your mom would think
'Bout your name on my arms
Baby, is it spring or is it summer
The guitar sound or the beat of that drummer?
You hear sometimes late at night
On your radio
Even though you're a million miles away
When you hear 'Born in the U.S.A'
Do you relive those 'Glory days'
From so long ago
When you think about me
Do you think about seventeen
Do you think about my old jeep
Think about the stars in the sky
Funny how a melody
Sounds like a memory
Like a soundtrack to a July Saturday night
Springsteen
Whoa, whoa, whoa-whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa-whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa-whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa-whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa-whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa-whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Funny how a melody
Sounds like a memory
Like a soundtrack to a July Saturday night
Springsteen, Springsteen
Whoa, whoa, whoa-whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa-whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa-whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa-whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa-whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa-whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa-whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa-whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa-whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
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