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dance |
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by the boatdeck the air gets so fair |
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i wash dishes you comb your hair |
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down the porthole shines a distant pier |
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kiss goodbye my town |
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fade through the bends of the middle-class code |
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words are rude and easy sold |
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and gestures hard to decode |
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as smiles are bound |
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Chorus intro |
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there goes the dizzy fever |
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got some valium |
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you better take it easy |
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so dangerous |
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CHORUS |
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cold enough X2 |
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in my body |
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under my skin |
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all over the land |
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all the jokes |
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had come to an end again |
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heaten upX2 |
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like a party |
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or so it seems |
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when pieces are set |
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all my jokes |
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had come to an end again |
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run |
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from drinking more |
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turpentine bowls |
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from the likes of the dirtiest lane |
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to the gates of the golden reign |
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I've made my day |
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chorus intro |
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Chorus |
