| You’ll never catch a penny-pinching liar off guard,
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| You can’t escape the tension till it leaves you undone,
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| You can’t imagine passion till your hearts become one,
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| And you’ll never feel the rhythm until the beat has just begun.
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| A thousand acts of thoughtlessness…
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| A thousand acts of thoughtlessness…
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| In and out, I’m dancing
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| In and out, I’m dancing in your head
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| I’m in your head.
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| In and out, I’m dancing
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| In and out, I’m dancing in your head
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| I’m in your head.
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| Set against a ravishing backdrop,
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| With a bleak and violent future,
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| Now With no common cause here,
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| We’re marooned with the hungry vultures, yeah.
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| So pack the clubs to the rafters,
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| Dropping rhymes to the electrical sounds,
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| We’re beacons of light and hope here,
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| We’ve got the room spinning round and round…
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| In and out, I’m dancing
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| In and out, I’m dancing in your head
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| I’m in your head.
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| In and out, I’m dancing
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| In and out, I’m dancing in your head
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| I’m in your head.
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| In and out, I’m dancing
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| In and out, I’m dancing in your head
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| I’m in your head.
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| In and out, I’m dancing
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| In and out, I’m dancing in your head
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| I’m in your head.
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| Dance, party.
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| Plus destruction,
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| Dance, party.
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| Plus corruption,
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| Dance, party.
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| Plus destruction,
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| Dance, party.
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| Plus corruption
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| I’m in your head,
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| I’m in your head,
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| I’m in your head,
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| I’m in your head… |