| You dance at the discotheque
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| That’s why you look such a wreck
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| Your face is pale, you look drawn
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| Your clothes are dirty and torn
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| You’ve got that look in your eyes
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| That says you’re half alive and you’re lost inside
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| Meanwhile you’re back in your cage
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| Ego’d out on the stage where the unconsciousness rules
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| You’ve got yourself in a bind
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| You don’t know how to unwind
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| Your senses unsatisfied
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| Take you along on a ride
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| You’ve got a way and a stance
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| That says you’ll dance the pants off of everyone
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| Then you go back on the floor
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| You got to get through the door where the unconsciousness rules
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| You’ve lost a screw in your head
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| It shows the way you’re led, blind leading the blind
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| Nothing can stand in your way
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| You’re living day after day where the unconsciousness rules
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| Oh yeah, oh yeah, unconsciousness rules |