| We walk through the night
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| No one cares what we’re doing
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| No one cares what we’re saying
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| We’re just drifting slowly on
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| Houses wax and then they wane
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| Like people inside them the same
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| So clap your hands and say yeah
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| Clap your hands and say yeah yeah yeah
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| We lend our voices to the night
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| In a street that fell silent
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| There must be something in my blood
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| Carbonic acid in my blood
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| My shaking body tells
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| It’s time for great expectations
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| So clap your hands and say yeah
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| Clap your hands and say yeah yeah yeah
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| For a spell we go to hell
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| We are falling
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| Trying hard to miss the morning
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| Bells calling
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| First lights now revealing
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| Erasing stars of the ceiling
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| Cast off our dreams and the feeling
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| That this night bears a meaning
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| Back into the common fray
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| The duties of our everyday
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| So clap your hands and say yeah
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| Clap your hands and say yeah yeah yeah
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| For a spell we go to hell
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| We are falling
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| Trying hard to miss the morning
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| Bells calling |