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I imagine ballroom dancing |
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'neath your tight synthetic shirt |
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There will be chairs there will be tables, |
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there'll be spoons, |
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but there'll be no/but baby one else |
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I imagine ballroom dancing |
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beneath your tight electric shirt |
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Now tell me don't that sound romantic |
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better than love in the attic years ago |
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Don't tell me I'm crazy |
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I dreamt the sun was radiating blue |
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But doctors have cleared me |
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It's just a case of too much missing you |
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I'd die for a maybe, |
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but pardon me I'm not a desperate man |
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Just paranoid lately, |
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you'll never know, they drop the bomb, |
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it's the end |