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Sometimes in the middle of the night, |
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Sometimes in the middle of a show, I'll go |
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Sometimes I'm a little underdressed, |
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Sometimes I'm a little overblown, I know |
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But it's the people you meet |
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It's the conversations you have, that last |
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Well, honey when I'm down, you say I'm stuck in the past, perhaps |
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But I don't know |
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Grew up in another one's clothes |
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Grew up in another one's home, alone |
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Grew up with another person's rules |
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That were made up long ago, I won't |
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'Cause it's the rhythm you dance, |
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It's the style of clothes you wear, out there |
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It's in the way you smile, |
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It's in the way that you stare, I care |
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But I don't know, what else I should say |
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and you make some sense in an abnormal way |
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I don't know |
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I don't know |
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I don't know |
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I don't know |
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It stares in the middle of your eye |
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It stabs in the middle of your back, react |
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It doesn't even matter what you say, |
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It doesn't even matter how you act, relax |
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'Cause it's the rhythm you dance, |
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It's the style of clothes you wear, out there |
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It's in the way you smile, |
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It's in the way that you stare, oh i care |
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But I don't know, what else I should say |
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And you make some sense in an abnormal way |
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I don't know |
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I don't know |
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I don't know |
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I don't know |