| Everybody was nervous
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| We were serving the dervish
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| We were feeling observed absurd
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| And paranoid
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| Oh! |
| we were paranoid
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| The telephone lines they
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| Sputtered and whined
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| There were banshees howling
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| From the end of a long void
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| A wild eyed lady sat on an old hillside
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| Jamming red hot needles into button sewn doll eyes
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| You don’t believe in voodoo, do you?
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| I don’t but believe it or not
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| I still went blind
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| So you want to know a secret?
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| I learned a little secret
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| Secret is…
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| You got to
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| Dance!
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| Uh we were sitting relating
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| We were contemplating
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| Intellectually masturbating
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| While the radio was playing
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| My damsel in distress
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| Was with the IRS
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| She had ice blue eyes
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| And a bulletproof vest
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| She winked and doused the lights
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| And we got undressed
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| (whoo!)
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| She said «You know how much you owe?»
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| I said «I know I owe enough to be a party
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| To your dirty little world war»
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| But do you want to know a secret?
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| I got a little secret
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| Secret is…
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| You got to
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| Dance!
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| I was crawling through the jungle
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| Embittered and humbled
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| My walls all crumbled into
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| Dust and emptiness
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| Someone caught me when I stumbled
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| Half naked through the rubble
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| She kissed me and she mumbled
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| «Peace and togetherness»
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| But I was paranoid!
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| I said «You know how much I owe?»
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| She said «I know you owe enough to be a party
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| To my dirty little world war»
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| But you want to know a secret?
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| I got a little secret
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| Secret is…
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| You got to dance |