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When I don't want to forget |
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where I come from, |
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I think of your moose your class |
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And I'm back home. |
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I've got your rythm in my blood, |
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Your crazy touch in my soul, |
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My memory's out of control. |
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I can't get you out of my mind... |
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Come back to, come back to dance |
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With me. |
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Come back to, come back to dance |
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With me. |
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Your feet on the dancefloor had |
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nothing to prove, |
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You have your own be bop style |
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and your groove. |
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Because I grew up on your knees |
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when start the music is a glee, |
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Nobody ever stops me. |
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I can't get you out of my mind... |
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Come back to, come back to dance |
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With me. |
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Come back to, come back to dance |
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With me. |
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Come back to, come back to dance |
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With me. |
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Come back to, come back to dance |
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With me. |
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I can't get you out of my mind... |
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Come back to, come back to dance |
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With me. |
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Come back to, come back to dance |
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With me. |
