| You can reach, but you can’t grab it
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| You can’t hold it, control it
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| You can’t bag it
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| You can push, but you can’t direct it
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| Circulate, regulate, oh no
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| You cannot connect it — love
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| You know you’re chewing bubble gum
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| You know what that is but you still want some
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| You just can’t get enough of that lovey-dovey stuff
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| You get confused, but you know it
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| Yeah, you hurt for it, work for it, love
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| You don’t always show it — love
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| Let go, let’s go, discotheque
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| Go, go, let go, discotheque
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| Looking for the one
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| But you know you’re somewhere else instead
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| You want to be the song
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| The song that you hear in your head
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| Love, love, love, love
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| It’s not a trick, you can’t learn it
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| It’s the way that you don’t pay that’s okay
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| Cause you can’t earn it — love
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| You know you’re chewing bubble gum
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| You know what that is
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| But you still want some
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| You just can’t get enough of that lovey-dovey stuff
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| Looking for the one
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| But you know you’re somewhere else instead
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| You want to be the song
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| The song that you hear in your head
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| Love, love, love
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| But you take what you can get
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| Cause it’s all that you can find
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| Oh you know there’s something more
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| But tonight, tonight, tonight
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| Boom cha, boom cha, discotheque |