Well, you wake up in the mornin'
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hear the ding-dong ring
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you go marchin' to the table
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see the same old thing
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see the fork on the table
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nothing in your pan
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if you say a thing about it
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you're in trouble with the man
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Let the midnight special
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shine a light on me
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let the midnight special
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shine its everlovin' light on me
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If you ever go to Houston
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well you'd better act right
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and you'd better not gamble
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and you'd better not fight
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for the sheriff will arrest you
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and he'll take you down
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and before you understand it
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you are prison bound
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Let the midnight special
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shine a light on me
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let the midnight special
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shine its everlovin' light on me
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Midnight Special
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ABBA |