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There's always some bird-dog |
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Snuffling, choking |
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Looking like you came to collect |
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Something you said you owed |
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There's always some turtle snapping in my head |
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Saying you can't just waltz in here |
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Acting like nothing is wrong |
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No dancing, no dancing, no dancing |
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Not while the road is racing |
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No dancing, no dancing, no dancing |
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Not while the time is chasing |
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There's a poacher on the land |
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I recognize his hand |
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In the mail |
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He's fogging up the glass |
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The bird is on the last |
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And here he comes |
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Here he comes, oh |
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No dancing, no dancing, no dancing |
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Not while the wires are showing |
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No dancing, no dancing, no dancing |
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Not while the time is flowing |
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There's a poacher on the land |
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I recognize his hand |
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In the mail |
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He's fogging up the glass |
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The bird is on the last |
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And here he comes |
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Here he comes, oh |
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No dancing, no dancing, no dancing |
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Not while the time is flowing |
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No dancing, no dancing, no dancing |
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Not while your wires are showing |
