A Year w/o Rain.

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Feel like hoppin on a flight, back to my
hometown tonight. Something stops me everytime. The DJ plays my song and I feel alright.

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So I put my hands up, they're playin my song, the butterflies fly away, I'm noddin my head like yeah, movin my hips like yeah! Got my hands up, they're playin my song.
They know I'm gonna be okay.
Yeah! It's a party in the USA!

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