| They threw me out of the club
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| The club I built with my own two hands
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| They threw me to the streets
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| Into the streets where all the gangs hang
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| I committed no crime
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| They threw me no lies
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| Just threw me out the club
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| Just threw me out the club
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| Into the darkest alley
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| They threw me out the club
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| They threw me out the club
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| Into the darkest alley
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| They threw me to the wolves
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| They proceeded to rip me apart
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| They threw me to the sea
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| Into the path of the hammerhead sharks
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| I committed no crime
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| They threw me no lies
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| Just threw me out the club
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| Just threw me out the club
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| Into the darkest alley
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| They threw me out the club
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| They threw me out the club
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| Into the darkest alley
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| But don’t build a dance floor on top of a dungeon
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| And don’t forget friends are peace sharing above
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| People stop to nothing, they want to be seen there
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| They flock from the valleys into the city
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| The building looks dinkley, the first sight is pretty
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| But inside they find our shame and self pity
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| The dance floor collapses into the dungeon
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| The dancers descend into different directions
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| Nobody believes that this is the tension
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| But ever detached from informations
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| I pull my position from under the rubble
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| Scraping the dust from under myself
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| I pick myself up, I pick myself up
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| Into the blazing sunset
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| I pick myself up, I pick myself up
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| Into the blazing sunset
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| I pick myself up, I pick myself up
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| Into the blazing sunset
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| I pick myself up, I pick myself up
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| Into the blazing sunset |