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Sweepin the floors, open up the doors |
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Yeah turn on the lights, getting ready for the night |
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Nobody's romancing, 'cause its too early for dancing |
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But here comes the music ... |
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Bright lights flashing |
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They cover up your lack of so many people |
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So many problems |
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So many reason to buy another round |
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Drink it down |
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Just another night on the town |
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With the big man, money man, better then the other man |
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He got the plan, with the million dollar give a damn |
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What nobody understands |
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Become a smaller man, the bright lights keep flashin, |
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Women keep on dancing with the clowns, |
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, |
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They pick me up when I'm down, |
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Yeah, yeah, |
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The rodeo clowns |
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, they pick me up when I'm down |
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The disco ball's spinnin', all the music and the women |
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And the shots of tequila, |
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Man they say that they need ya |
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What they really need, is just a little room to breath |
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Teeny bopping disco queen |
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She barely understands her dreams of belly button rings |
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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 occur |
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And now she's just a part of the herd, yeah, yeah, yeah |
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Man i thought that you heard |
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Yeah, yeah |
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The changes occurred |
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, 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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Yeah, you might feel pity, but he only feels the ground |
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You understand moves, 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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Well he tried 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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Yeah, yeah |
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mmm mmm mmmm mmmm |
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With the rest of the clowns |
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Sweepin the floors, open up the doors, |
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Yeah turn on the lights, getting ready for the night |
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Nobody's romancing, 'cause its too early for dancing |
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But here comes the music |
