| I said baby
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| I know we say we’re feeling old
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| But I think that
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| It’s the wrong story we’re being told
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| And saving up for working class dreams
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| We’re stating only slightly worn themes
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| Of decades that just recently passed us
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| We listen to the oldies show
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| And we dance, and we dance, and we dance
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| And we dance, and we dance to yesterday
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| And we dance, and we dance, and we dance
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| And we dance, and we dance to yesterday
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| And the songs that we hear
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| May be only reminiscent of romanticised times
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| And we dance, and we dance, and we dance
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| And we dance, and we dance to yesterday
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| Hey there baby
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| I sang one of your favourite songs
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| At the soundcheck
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| Just before the other band came on
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| And somewhere between Steven Morrissey
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| And the mind-blowing genius of Jay-Z
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| I will sit and wonder
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| Of career blunders
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| And I listen to the oldies show
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| And we dance, and we dance, and we dance
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| And we dance, and we dance to yesterday
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| And we dance, and we dance, and we dance
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| And we dance, and we dance to yesterday
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| And the songs that we hear
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| May be only reminiscent of romanticised times
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| And we dance, and we dance, and we dance
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| And we dance, and we dance to yesterday |