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Here I go around and around |
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Sick inside and eyes to the ground |
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Looking for a sign to set me free |
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In my chic cold misery |
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Step we gaily, on we go |
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Heel to heel and toe to toe |
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Lock me away, I need to unwind |
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Did you ever hear anything so unkind |
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From your window? |
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Listen, remembering with deep regret |
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How we used to dance in a discoteque |
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Ask me why I say dance to forget |
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My fall from grace, my losing face |
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These are the tears, the tears I can't hide |
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The pride inside, I can't deny |
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The hurt, the pain, all thrown out |
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My window |
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I trusted you |
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Listen I step |
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Down to the arcade |
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And I see my relection in the window |
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And I feign affection for that window |
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I could be kidding you on |
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I could be kidding you on and on... |
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I step down to the arcade |
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And I see my reflection in the window |
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Come step down to the arcade |
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And we'll laugh at our reflections in the window-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa |
