| Sweeping the floors, open up the doors, yeah
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| Turn on the lights, getting ready for tonight
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| Nobody’s romancing 'cause it’s too early for dancing
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| But here comes the music
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| Bright lights flashing to cover up your lack of
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| So many people, so many problems, so many reasons
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| To buy another round, drink it down
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| Just another night on the town
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| With the big man, money man, better than the other man
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| He got the plan with the million dollar give a damn
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| When nobody understands, he’ll become a smaller man
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| The bright lights keep flashing, the women keep on dancing
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| With the clowns
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| They pick me up when I’m down
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| Yeah, yeah
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| The Rodeo Clowns
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| They pick me up when I’m down
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| The disco ball spinning, all the music and the women and
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| The shots of Tequila, man they’ll say that they need ya
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| But what they really need, is just a little room to breath
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| Teeny bopping disco queen, she barely understands
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| Her dreams of bellybutton rings and other kinds of things
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| Symbolic of change but the thing that is strange
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| Is that the changes occurred, and now she’s just a part of the herd
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Man I thought that you heard
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| Yeah, yeah
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| The changes occurred
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Just a part of the herd
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| Lights out, shut down, late night, wet ground
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| You walk by look at him but he can’t look at you, yeah
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| You might feel pity but he only feels the ground
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| You understand moods, but he only knows let down
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| By the corner there’s another one
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| Reaching out a hand, coming from a broken man, well
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| You try to live but he’s done trying
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| Not dead but definitely dying
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| With the rest of the clowns
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Mm, mm, mm, mmm, mm, mmm, mm
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| With the rest of the clowns
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| Sweeping the floors, open up the doors, yeah
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| Turn on the lights, getting ready for tonight
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| Nobody’s romancing 'cause it’s too early for dancing
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| But here comes the music |