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Here comes the glare |
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Here comes the glare |
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I cannot see, I cannot see |
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When you appear, you dazzle |
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Poor me, pity on me |
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Why don't I know |
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How to make those moves? |
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I picked your face |
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From a thousand smiles |
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And now the knees |
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They start to shake |
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And all the people |
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Take a look |
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And once again |
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I'm thinking |
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Poor me, pitiful me |
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Why don't I know |
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How to make those moves? |
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I picked your face |
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From a thousand smiles |
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And stand there vacant |
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Rooted to the stupid floor |
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And too scared to think |
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Get out the door |
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Water, running down my back |
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Is this what it's like |
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Before the soldiers attach? |
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I'm gonna sharpen up my act |
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I'm gonna get ya |
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Poor me, pity for me |
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Why don't I know |
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How to make those moves? |
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I picked your face |
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From a thousand smiles |
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Trying to be the invisible man |
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And so scared, in case you don't see who I am |
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I don't want the label of an also ran |
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I wanna be the guy |
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With the flowers |
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And the champagne |
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Other guys run around |
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They pick and choose |
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I choose you |
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And I don't want to lose |
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I want you |
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To alleviate my blues |
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Just as long as you talk to me |
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Just as long as you talk to me |
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Poor me, pity on me |
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Why don't I know |
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How to make those moves? |
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I picked your face |
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From a thousand smiles |
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Why don't I know how to make you mine? |
