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That's a death-defying walk she's gotDancing to the parking lot, ooh eighteenWhat she does to t-shirtsSo good makes my eyes hurt, ooh, eighteenSomebody ought to write a song about it so I didMakes me wish I was a kid again, eighteenWe were made out of asbestosDairy Queen for breakfast at eighteen, eighteenRock and roll was kingand cars were everything at eighteen, eighteenNobody could have told us anything and if they triedIt gave us something to fight about at eighteenBlue jeans, young hearts knockin' out big dreamsYou and me work we're burning like gasolineIt's amazing that we ever lived past, eighteenShooting city limit signsLetras de cancionesChasing girls and wasting time, ooh, eighteenPretending we were toughTelling stories that we made up, ooh, eighteenDressing like the pictures hanging in our bedroomWe tore out of a magazine, at eighteenCruisin' in convertibles, completely indestructibleWe were hookin' up and hangin' outBelieving what we sang about, eighteenKroeger on a Friday night, making circles out of headlightsYeah it felt so good being alive, eighteen
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"Undeniable" as written by Willie Wilson Aaron Pritchett
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