| Saw it all in your eyes
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| Crossed and shining, through your endless lane
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| It’s not a sign but a dirty question left unanswered
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| Where’s my conscience, she’s gone dancing
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| But I still can’t explain
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| Woah baby, you gotta hear the song that I’m queueing
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| Woah baby, you’ve got it going on, got it going on
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| Saw it all in our time
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| Now you’ve been choking, I’m still walking now
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| It’s a state of mind that leaves the lonely shot unanswered
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| Where’s my conscience, she’s still dancing
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| And I still can’t explain
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| Woah baby, you gotta hear the song that I’m queueing
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| Woah baby, you’ve got it going on, got it going on
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| Woah baby, you gotta hear the song that I’m queueing
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| Woah baby, you’ve got it going on, got it going on
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| And you don’t need to find me
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| And you don’t need to find me
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| And you don’t need to find me |