| I hold on so nervously
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| To me and my drink
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| I wish it was cooling me
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| But so far, has not been good
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| It’s been shitty
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| And I feel awkward, as I should
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| This club has got to be
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| The most pretentious thing
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| Since I thought you and me
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| Well I am imagining
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| A dark lit place
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| Or your place or my place
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| Well I’m not paralyzed
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| But, I seem to be struck by you
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| I want to make you move
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| Because you’re standing still
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| If your body matches
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| What your eyes can do
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| You’ll probably move right through
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| Me on my way to you
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| I hold out for one more drink
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| Before I think
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| I’m looking too desperately
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| But so far has not been fun
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| I should just stay home
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| If one thing really means one
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| This club will hopefully
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| Be closed in three weeks
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| That would be cool with me
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| Well I’m still imagining
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| A dark lit place
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| Or your place or my place
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| Well, I’m not paralyzed
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| But, I seem to be struck by you
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| I want to make you move
|
| Because you’re standing still
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| If your body matches
|
| What your eyes can do
|
| You’ll probably move right through
|
| Me on my way to you
|
| Well, I’m not paralyzed
|
| But, I seem to be struck by you
|
| I want to make you move
|
| Because you’re standing still
|
| If your body matches
|
| What your eyes can do
|
| You’ll probably move right through
|
| Me on my way to you
|
| I’m not paralyzed
|
| But, I seem to be struck by you
|
| I want to make you move
|
| Because you’re standing still
|
| If your body matches
|
| What your eyes can do
|
| You’ll probably move right through
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| Me on my way to you
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| You’ll probably move right through
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| Me on my way to you
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| You’ll probably move right through
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| Me on my way to you |