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Father John earned his keep |
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Preachin' to the women on the easy street for free |
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Roll over again |
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(give me drum) |
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Thirty years plyed his trade |
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Lookin' for heaven on a silver plate |
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Roll over again |
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If only he knew it didn't have to be that way |
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Ohh, the promised land |
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Was just another slice of the cake |
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(chorus) |
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Round and round, |
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It's always round and round we go |
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(round and round we go) |
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Yeah, where it leads us |
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Nobody knows |
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(nobody) No, no, |
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Dance and dance |
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Why must we dance our lives away |
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(dance our lives away) |
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How much it bleeds us |
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No-one can say |
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(say say say say) |
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Jezebel made her way, |
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Sliding around on dirty sheets all day |
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So roll over again |
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(Ow!) |
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She lived for years |
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With the fear |
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That real true love might never come her way |
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Roll over again |
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(1,2,3,4) |
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If only she knew it didn't have to be that way |
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Yeah, and true romance |
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Was just another slice of the cake |
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(REPEAT CHORUS) |
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You and me, |
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Chasing dreams |
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We can't see the forest for the trees |
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We roll over again |
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(yeah) |
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Me and you |
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Dance so well |
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Just like John and Jezebel |
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We roll over again |
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(whoa-oh-oh-oh, let's dance!) |
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(REPEAT CHORUS) |
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No one can say |