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Yea we've been strangers living in a wonderland |
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Seems you've been busy building castles in the sand |
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I heard the word you said inside my loving bed |
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And I've seen the scars I left inside your loving head |
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Oh, Oh, let it be |
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Inside my head I'm not the one you see |
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I gotta dance, dance, dance |
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Gotta get on up, gotta get on down |
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Dance, dance, dance |
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Gotta make 'em laugh, gotta make 'em frown |
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Dance, dance, dance, |
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Dance, dance, dance |
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And if you think you can make it just remember to beware |
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That all in love is fair |
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The situation vacant now has got the blues |
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The obituary column's making front page news |
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Infatuation's got the better of you |
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And if you wanna know then what you gotta do |
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Is oh, oh save your soul |
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Inside my head I'm not the one you know |
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I gotta dance, dance, dance |
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Gotta get on up, gotta get on down |
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Dance, dance, dance |
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Gotta make 'em laugh, gotta make 'em frown |
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Dance, dance, dance, |
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Dance, dance, dance |
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And if you think you can make it just remember to beware |
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Oh, oh, save your soul |
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Inside my head I'm not the one you know |
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I gotta dance, dance, dance |
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Gotta get on up, gotta get on down |
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Dance, dance, dance |
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Gotta make 'em laugh, gotta make 'em frown |
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Dance, dance, dance, |
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Dance, dance, dance |
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And if you think you can make it just remember to beware |
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That all in love is fair |
