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In a dark room at the heart of the city |
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The basement brings a heavy crowd |
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And I know there's a right way |
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But I can't stop from getting down |
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These people are mad |
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Will they grow up |
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Why can't |
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I do the same |
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Why can't |
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I be okay |
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The style and the grace of a small town |
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Is there any truth to the recipe |
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I've been mixing thrills in the right key |
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But I don't feel right in my skin |
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So I don't feel anything at all |
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I leave emotion at the door |
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Like a desperate boy on last call |
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No, I don't feel right in my skin |
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So I don't feel anything at all |
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There's a bad place in the back of the room |
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No one moves without a cue |
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Cause they know there's a right way |
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Yeah, all the know is getting down |
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These people are mad |
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And so am |
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I Yeah, I caught on |
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In the nick of time |
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Before the lights turn on |
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I can blend into the crowd |
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Don't come with me tonight |
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If I said |
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I cared for you |
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I lied Is there any truth to the recipe |
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I've been mixing thrills in the right key |
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But I don't feel right in my skin |
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So I don't feel anything at all |
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I leave emotion at the door |
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Like a desperate boy on last call |
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No, I don't feel right in my skin |
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So I don't feel anything at all |
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Don't come with me tonight |
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If I said |
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I cared for you |
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I lied You waste no time tonight |
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Take me home if it costs your life |
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Is there any truth to the recipe |
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I've been mixing thrills in the right key |
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But I don't feel right in my skin |
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So I don't feel anything at all |
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I leave emotion at the door |
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Like a desperate boy on last call |
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No, I don't feel right in my skin |
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So I don't feel anything at all |
