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She's in, the club |
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She's spinning records every day and night |
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At night, she doesn't get sleep at all |
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at all, as long as the booth doesn't fall |
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No friends, no one |
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talks to her there anymore |
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Just cause she plays |
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dance music all day long |
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Long day, the music doesn't |
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stop her from playing |
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she keeps on saying |
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screaming, party. |
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She's back, at home |
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She's working on her next big great song |
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As long, as no one suddenly tries to call |
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Oh no, I think there's someone on the phone |
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\"It's me, your friend, I |
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wonder how has been all these years\" |
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\"Not much I've been working on music forever, |
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However, I'll stop, So I can play that at the club!\" |
