| I’m searching for a getaway, a better day
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| But where are all the people? |
| I cannot stay
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| In this awful place a minute longer
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| Hey, bird, is this is the way?
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| This labyrinth is missing with my head
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| Hey, don’t fly away! |
| There’s a little gate
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| Goodbye, bye muddy hole!
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| I’ll dance the night away
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| Swaying like the hay in the wind of change
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| I’m moving to the beat, surrendering to heat
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| The moment’s holding on
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| Who are these little men with little hacks
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| Who dance around the fireplace?
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| A funny play on this awful day
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| Maybe they can help me to find a way
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| To flee this place — a stinky pile
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| Of dirt and the muddy caves, and the little men
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| Goodbye, bye muddy hole!
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| I’ll dance the night away
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| Swaying like the hay in the wind of change
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| I’m moving to the beat, surrendering to heat
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| The moment’s holding on
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| I’ll dance the night away
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| Feel the rhythm in my veins
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| I’m dancing on the stars
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| Moon, I hold you in my arms |