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Watch you dancing underground |
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it's not to synchronizing sound |
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What'cha you gonna do when your money comes through |
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gonna look about, shop around |
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Your best friend has moved away |
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wouldn't stay another day |
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What's he gonna do when his words run out |
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and there's nothing left to say |
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(chorus) |
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You're putting your smiling face |
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and you're dressing up with style and grace |
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but your tears you just can't hide |
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Now you're wondering what to wear |
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cutting off your long black hair |
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What'cha you gonna do when the money comes through |
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gonna buy yourself a silver spear |
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You say exactly what you think |
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battles with your pen and ink |
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What'cha you gonna do when the tide has turned |
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well i hope that you won't sink |
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(REPEAT CHORUS) |
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See you stepping high and dry |
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dressed in blue so you won't cry |
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What'cha you gonna do when he comes out |
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gonna make up your own mind |
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(REPEAT CHORUS) |
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tears you just can't hide |
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tears you just can't hide |
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tears you just can't hide |
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tears you just can't hide |
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tears you just can't hide |
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no, no, tears you just can't hide |
