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sweeping the floors, open up the doors |
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turn on the lights, getting ready for tonight |
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nobody's romancing because it's too early for dancing |
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but here comes the music |
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bright lights flashing to cover up your lack of soul |
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many people, so many problems, so many reasons |
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to buy another round, drink it down |
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just another night on the town |
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with the big man, money man, better than the other man |
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he got the plan with the million dollar give a damn |
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when nobody understands he'll become a smaller man |
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the bright lights keep flashing, the women keep on dancing |
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with the clowns, they pick me up when i'm down |
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the rodeo clowns, they pick me up when i'm down |
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the disco ball spinning, all the music and the women |
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the shots of tequila, they'll say that they need ya, |
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but what they really need is just a little room to breath |
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teeny bopping disco queen, she barely understands |
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her dreams of bellybutton rings and other kinds of things |
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symbolic of change but the thing that is strange |
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is that the changes occurred, now she's just a part of the herd |
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i thought that you heard, the changes occurred |
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just a part of the herd |
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lights out, shut down, late night, wet ground |
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you walk by look at him, but he can't look at you |
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you might feel pity but he only feels the ground |
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you understand moods but he only knows let down |
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by the corner there's another one |
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reaching out a hand, coming from a broken man |
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you try to live but he's done trying |
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not dead, but definitely dying |
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with the rest of the clowns |
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sweeping the floors, open up the doors |
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turn on the lights, getting ready for tonight |
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nobody's romancing because it's too early for dancing |
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but here comes the music |
