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They meet in different places |
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And go into a trance |
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They come together |
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To celebrate that crazy feeling |
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The Tribal Dance |
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They recognize each other |
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By something in there eyes |
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They come together |
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And rally round an Irish dance tune |
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The Gaelic ties |
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And when the moon is shining |
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They meet to have a ball |
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They come together |
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A movement and a secret union |
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The Gaelic Call |
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They do the Irish Stylee |
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And dance around the blaze |
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They come together |
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And dance around a weeping willow |
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As in ancient days |
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They are like birds of a feather |
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That flock together in tribe |
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A secret union |
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That gets on like a house of fire |
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With every tribe |
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O-o-oh, now stamp your feet |
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O-o-oh, in Tribal Dance |
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O-o-oh, and when we meet |
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O-o-oh, it's Tribal Dance |
