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Are you confounded by doubt, feeling left out |
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Waiting for something, to turn you about |
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Are there eyes in the night, that feed and excite |
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Would the flick of a finger, incite you to riot |
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Do the feverish trees, conspire with the breeze |
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To seduce you to thinking, that life's a disease |
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Are you tarred by apathy, feathered by vanity |
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Stupid and useless, reduced to profanity |
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Well, meet me tonight in the platinum halls |
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Where Rock 'n' Roll music is shaking the walls |
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Where magic is hung in the heat and smoke |
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Where bodies collide, parade and promote |
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Come on young lovers, let me take you away |
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Rock 'n' Roll music, gonna make a play |
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Come on young lovers, gonna move those hips |
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Touch those bodies, taste those lips |
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Are you caught in the side streets, trapped in the cold |
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Lost in the slipstream, growing old |
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Does the morning bell, threaten monotony |
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Do you wish on stars, do you long to be free |
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Do you hope that you're noticed, do you think you're not |
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Is the whole of life, just a horrible plot |
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Is the man in the trench coat, following you |
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Or is there just simply, nothing to do |
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Well, meet me tonight in the platinum halls |
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Where Rock 'n' Roll music is shaking the walls |
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Where magic is hung in the heat and smoke |
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Where bodies collide, parade and promote |
