| Blinded by the vision
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| I turn and face my back to the wall
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| 'Cause I’m locked up in a rhythm
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| The prism of a big glitter ball
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| Wrapped around your finger
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| I’m caught up in the middle with you, baby
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| With some laughter and drinking
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| There’s very little else I can do
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| Then I go and drop a bombshell upon you
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| I’ve been making eyes at somebody else
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| You’re no longer number one
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| She loves the night and all that glitters
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| Her name in lights around the city
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| Don’t you mess your life up, Sunday girl
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| You’re rushing down like a roller coaster
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| Night on the town, gonna make the most of
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| We can dance 'til Sunday morning, girl
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| You’re pushing and a-shoving me, baby
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| Like a bitch to the wall
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| But you’re driving me crazy
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| Right up to fever pitch, I could fall
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| When you shine down your love light
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| I’m getting blinded by the sights and sounds
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| She loves the night and all that glitters
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| Her name in lights around the city
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| Don’t you mess your life up, Sunday girl
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| I will see you, I will get you
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| I will see you, I will get you
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| I will see you, I will get you
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| Then I go and drop a bombshell upon you
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| I’ve been making eyes at somebody, baby
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| You’re no longer number one
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| She loves the night and all that glitters
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| Her name in lights around the city
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| Don’t you mess your life up, Sunday girl
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| You’re rushing down like a roller coaster
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| Night on the town, gonna make the most of
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| We can dance 'til Sunday morning
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| We can dance 'til Sunday morning
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| We can dance 'til Sunday morning, girl |