Capo 1 

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It's friday night, moon's like just hanging there 

Ain't too much going on anywhere 
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I picked her up, turned the radio up and kicked dust down the driveway 
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We didn't make it more than a getaway mile 
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'Til she put her pretty painted finger on the dial 
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And got every speaker in the backseat buzzin' 
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You could just tell that she loved it 
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There must be something in the airwaves 
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'Cause every song the DJ plays 
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She leans a little bit closer in 
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Lets go of what she's holding in 
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She's dancing around like a lit flame 
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Hand out the window like an airplane 
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Maybe it's the way she's singing or swaying 
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Has got me thinking there must be something in the kick drum drumming 
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Must be something in the guitar strumming 
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She ain't never looked at me that way 
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Must be something in the airwaves 
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Must be something in the airwaves 
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She's got a little let loose in her eyes 
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She's turned up and turned on, hypnotized 
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I gotta get every bit of whatever it is  
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She's feeling, 'cause this feeling  
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Like I don't ever wanna hear that signal fade 
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And I don't wanna try to find another station 

We got a little spot between the static 
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Working some kind of magic       
      D 
There must be something in the airwaves 
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'Cause every song the DJ plays 
    D 
She leans a little bit closer in 
A                     Bm 
Lets go of what she's holding in 
      D 
She's dancing around like a lit flame 
A                           Bm 
Hand out the window like an airplane 
D                                   A 
Maybe it's the way she's singing or swaying 
                          D 
Has got me thinking there must be something in the kick drum drumming 
                         G   
Must be something in the guitar strumming 
                          D 
She ain't never looked at me that way 
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Must be something in the airwaves 
      D 
There must be something in the airwaves 
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'Cause every song that the DJ plays 
    D 
She leans a little bit closer in 
A 
Lets go of what she's holding in 
      D 
She's dancing around like a lit flame 
A                           Bm 
Hand out the window like an airplane 
D                                   A 
Maybe it's the way she's singing or swaying 
Bm                          D 
Thats got me thinking there must be something in the kick drum drumming 
A                        Bm 
Must be something in the guitar strumming 
D 
She ain't never looked at me that way 
A                                 D 
Must be something in the airwaves 
      A 
There must be 
      Bm                       D 
There must be something in the airwaves 

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