| Stop banging away on my kaleidoscope.
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| Stop draining the color out of my scene.
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| Just play me something I can dance to.
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| I can dance to anything you wanna’sing.
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| So lock me up in a studio.
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| Fill it up with sound and scenarios.
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| Stop blocking the driveway with your car.
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| Put the butterfly in the bell jar.
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| It’s the first time that I’m worried
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| Of a bad dream, of a journey.
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| On the highway, through the valley.
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| It’s a long road through the night.
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| It’s a long road.
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| Hear a stranger’s voice in the front yard.
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| Let the arrows tick past the deadline.
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| Get another stamp in your passport.
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| Wash your breakfast down with some red wine.
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| Delete the progress on your game.
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| Try to fall asleep while your ears ring.
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| From the loudest songs on your mixtape.
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| I can dance to anything you wanna’sing.
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| No reason, no action,
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| No silence, no help here.
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| Nobody came running up by my side.
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| It’s the first time that I’m worried
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| Of a bad dream, of a journey.
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| On the highway, through the valley
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| It’s a long road through the night.
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| It’s the first time that I’m worried
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| Of a bad dream, of a journey.
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| On the highway, through the valley.
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| It’s a long road through the night.
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| It’s a long road to get it right. |