| In the smoky haze, she was dancing free
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| Should’ve ordered one but I ordered three
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| Then I watched the room, and it was dancing too
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| So I ordered four and I hit the floor
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| On the count of five, I was still alive
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| At the stroke of six, I picked a drink to mix
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| At the stroke of seven, I fell out of heaven
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| As the clock struck eight, I felt the hand of fate
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| You’re in the spotlight
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| And I’m running out of time
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| You’re in the spotlight
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| The wheels of your life starts now
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| Tell me what sin was on your mind, yeah
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| May I approach from behind, yeah
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| Tell me what sin was on your mind, yeah
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| Start confessing to your crimes, yeah
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| Well, I tried to come but I was already there
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| Did I arrive too soon? |
| Well better late than never
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| When I come again, you will know it’s time
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| Cause I have to go to catch another rhyme
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| Things are getting tight, maybe one more stroke
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| Any last words from the fiery folk
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| You’re in the spotlight
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| And I’m running out of time
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| You’re in the spotlight
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| The wheels of your life starts now
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| Tell me what sin is on your mind, yeah
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| May I approach from behind, yeah
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| Start confessing to your crimes, yeah
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| Tell me what sin is on your mind, yeah
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| Now the wheels of life goes rolling on, into the sun
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| Now the wheels of life goes rolling on, we roll as one
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| Tell me what sin is on your mind, yeah
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| Start confessing to your crimes, yeah
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| Tell me what sin is on your mind, yeah
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| Start confessing to your crimes, yeah |