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Screwed on the chemical floors of the dance world |
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Now you see why |
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I'll always be a dancer |
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Plucked by the transcendental brats to the trance world |
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But desertscapes on the face of a girl were not the answer |
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And we are not the answer |
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We are not the answer |
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No, we are not the answer |
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No, don't worry my dear, nothing's been sold |
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It's just a golden bridge |
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I'm burning whose fire is the real gold |
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No, don't worry my dear, nothing's been sold |
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It's just a golden bridge |
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I'm burning whose fire is the real goal |
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Fire is the real goal |
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So, there'll be moonlight over |
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Michelle tonight |
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And another west coast morning |
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Fuck it, I'm warning |
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You can look, you can touch but no, not that much |
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What's one more police action when |
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I'm cancelling the truce again |
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So, there'll be moonlight over |
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Michelle tonight |
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And another |
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West Coast morning |
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Fuck it, I'm warning |
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You can look, you can touch but no, not that much |
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What's one more police action when |
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I'm cancelling the truce again |
