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Story of one strange night in Japan... |
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In the smoky haze, she was dancing free |
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Should've ordered one but I ordered three |
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Then I watched the room, and it was dancing too |
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So I ordered four and I hit the floor |
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On the count of five, I was still alive |
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At the stroke of six, I picked a drink to mix |
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At the stroke of seven, I fell out of heaven |
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As the clock struck eight, I felt the hand of fate |
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You're in the spotlight |
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And I'm running out of time |
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You're in the spotlight |
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The wheels of your life starts now |
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Tell me what sin was on your mind, yeah |
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May I approach from behind, yeah |
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Tell me what sin was on your mind, yeah |
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Start confessing to your crimes, yeah |
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Well, I tried to come but I was already there |
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Did I arrive too soon? Well better late than never |
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When I come again, you will know it's time |
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Cause I have to go to catch another rhyme |
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Things are getting tight, maybe one more stroke |
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Any last words from the fiery folk |
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You're in the spotlight |
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And I'm running out of time |
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You're in the spotlight |
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The wheels of your life starts now |
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Tell me what sin is on your mind, yeah |
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May I approach from behind, yeah |
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Start confessing to your crimes, yeah |
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Tell me what sin is on your mind, yeah |
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Now the wheels of life goes rolling on, into the sun |
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Now the wheels of life goes rolling on, we roll as one |
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Tell me what sin is on your mind, yeah |
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Start confessing to your crimes, yeah |
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Tell me what sin is on your mind, yeah |
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Start confessing to your crimes, yeah |
