A flickering red Texaco sign
A beat up jeep, one headlight
Half a tank, music cranked to ride
Blowing through town, hands in the wind
No one around, past 12am
Yeah those hours, they were ours
Back when
We were the kings and queens of those empty streets
Pedal to the metal
Part time rebels
Learning how to love
Learning how to fly
Learning from the wrong and the right
Whoah, who says nothing good happens after midnight
Stealing a kiss in front of the stars
Moving to fast in the back of that car
Staying out late
Making mistakes
That's what made us who we are
We were the kings and queens of those empty streets
Pedal to the metal
Part time rebels
Learning how to love
Learning how to fly
Learning from the wrong and the right
Whoah, who says nothing good happens after midnight
Whoah, who says nothing good happens after midnight
Midnight rolls around
The moonlight shining down
Oh were the kings and queens of those empty streets
Pedal to the metal
Part time rebels
Learning how to love
Learning how to fly
Learning from the wrong and the right
Whoah, who says nothing good happens after midnight

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