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Oh you,old thing. |
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Still got vibrationsin your streets. |
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They move me to come downfrom the chandelier |
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I have been watching you from. |
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Bon soir,bon soir ma ville. |
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I'm gonna leave you nowin the arms of babes. |
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I've got a new way to livethrough the storms you're so famous for -oh, that's the sound of some new rocketupon the door. |
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Who's gonna steam up all your dancehalls? |
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Who'll put your lilies in a vase,when all the good men have had all their daughters, andall the other men have fallen in with daises? |
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I don't want to be the last one standing, |
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I don't want to reach the bitter end. |
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As much as |
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I have always loved your dancing, |
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I hate the sounds that come from crowdsthat just don't getmy moves. |
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From here,in the sky, |
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I see rows of lgihtsas as violent web. |
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And I will missthe way |
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I got caught up in you. |
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Oh you,old thing. |
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I'm gonna leave you nowin the arms of babes. |
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I've got a new way to livein the storm, in the stormin the storm. |
