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I live alone, I sleep alone |
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I cook for one if I cook at all |
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I sometimes follow conversations through the wall |
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You ride a bike, you ride a bus |
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You take the train if you're going far |
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You sometimes follow conversations in the bar |
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Oh we could be celebrity |
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I'm not a DJ but I'm in a band |
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You're not a model but you know how to take a stand |
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Clap hands, clap hands 'till your palms are burning |
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Let's dance, let's dance my feet are learning |
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New steps, new strides the tables are turning around (around) |
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Pull the sky to the ground |
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Clap hands, clap hands 'till your palms are burning |
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Let's dance, let's dance my feet are learning |
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New steps, new strides the tables are turning around (around) |
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Pull the sky to the ground |
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The night is young, but the story's old |
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Your love is king 'till it lies in the pit |
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Good sex is a slipper of glass - most feet don't fit |
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We sleep around, we live unbound |
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We like to come and we like to leave |
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If staying means to decieve or be decieved |
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But I'm working out for the strength to bend |
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All my desires in the same direction |
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I'm scrubbing hard for a speckless reflection |
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Clap hands, clap hands 'till your palms are burning |
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Let's dance, let's dance my feet are learning |
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New steps, new strides the tables are turning around (around) |
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Pull the sky to the ground |
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Clap hands, clap hands 'till your palms are burning |
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Let's dance, let's dance my feet are learning |
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New steps, new strides the tables are turning around (around) |
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Pull the sky to the ground |
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Hey razor-tongue my ears are bleeding |
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hey red-eyed love is that the sun in your eyes |
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and has it come to dry out all the lies |
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I dream alone, I die alone |
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I wake up empty and I live again |
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I need a regular lover |
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Not a part-time friend |
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Come on! |
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Clap hands, clap hands till your palms are burning |
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Let's dance, let's dance my feet are learning |
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New steps, new strides the tables are turning around (around) |
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Pull the sky to the ground |
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Clap hands, clap hands till your palms are burning |
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Let's dance, let's dance my feet are learning |
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New steps, new strides the tables are turning around (around) |
|
Pull the sky to the ground |
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Clap hands, clap hands till your palms are burning |
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Let's dance, let's dance my feet are learning |
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New steps, new strides the tables are turning around (around) |
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Pull the sky to the ground |
