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So he's learned to hold his cigarette and his drink in one hand |
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But he wonders if he's getting old |
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Everyone comes off so silly |
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But he doesn't forget the moon outside |
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and the stars up above |
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Met a girl from Poland |
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She say Breznev |
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Met a boy from Santo Domingo |
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He say cocaine |
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Met a girl from Poland |
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She say Breznev |
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Met a boy from Santo Domingo |
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He say cocaine |
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and the boy keeps on dancing |
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Girls come |
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and this boy keeps on dancing |
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Girls come |
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and the music goes from bad to worse |
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Dancing |
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Everybody's dancing |
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Dancing |
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Dancing |
