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I smoke a cigarette |
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As i wait in the bath |
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And i wait for you |
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For an hour and a half |
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And i go to the window |
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Where the sky falls down in rains |
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And i look across the river |
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Where they dance the night away |
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I watch the couples |
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On the corner of town |
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Men dressed in black tie |
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The ladies in gowns |
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A taxi pulls up |
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Drives them across the street, |
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Takes them to a place |
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Where they dance the night away |
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Dance the night away |
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Dance the night away |
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Dance the night away |
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I crawl across the bed |
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Playing the radio low |
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Trying to forget |
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What i already know |
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And i want to sleep |
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But the song never ends |
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It comes from a place |
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Where they dance the night away |
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I reach in the drawer |
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And i take out respect |
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It doctors the sickness |
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I took years to perfect |
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And i feel sweet sleep |
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Like the shadows on a charm |
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Moves to my brain |
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Where i dance the night away |
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Dance the night away |
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Dance the night away |
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Dance the night away |
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Dance the night away |
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Dance the . . . |
