| Talk is cheap, shut up and dance
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| Don't get deep, shut up and dance
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| A love has got a-me down
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| A tear just hit a-the ground
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| So I started writing you this song
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| But the words I wrote came out all wrong
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| Yeah, but it's all right
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| Talk is cheap, shut up and dance
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| Don't get deep, shut up and dance
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| When you can't define a-the crime
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| A-then life ain't worth a dime
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| When they take away everything you got
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| And they rub your nose in the funky spot
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| Not without a fight
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| Talk is cheap, shut up and dance
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| Don't get deep, shut up and dance
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| When you work your fingers to the bone
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| Now what does that get you - nothing
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| In a crowd of people
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| You're still alone
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| You hope that tells you something
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| The road to heaven is paved in hell
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| And it makes you wonder
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| Why we're here at all
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| Check out the shape of your circumstance
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| He wears the dress and she wears the pants
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| Here comes Jill and she needs romance
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| But you can't do jack so shut up and dance!
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| Sex is like a gun
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| You aim, you shoot, you run
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| When you're splittin' hairs with Mr. Clean
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| It's like gettin' head from a guillotine
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| And the night has just begun
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| Talk is cheap, shut up and dance
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| Don't get deep, shut up and dance
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| Talk is cheap, shut up and dance
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| Don't get deep, shut up and dance
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| Talk is cheap, shut up and dance
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| Don't get deep, shut up and dance |