| Once there was a time
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| When this town was so high
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| We could never come down
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| When rules did not apply
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| We would drink fountains dry
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| In a club filled with sound
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| And bands would play to please me
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| You found a partner easy
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| Then the name game was the only game in town
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| Nights would end at 6 A. M
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| You sleep all day
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| And then start dancing again
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| The first to see the end
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| We did the Continental American
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| All our clothes from France
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| Soul Train taught us to dance
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| We had smoke in our eyes
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| Friends were lost and found
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| We were paradise bound
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| Some got lost, nobody cried
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| But others took their places
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| Always strange new faces
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| Always one more chance to go around
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| Nights would end at 6 A. M
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| You sleep all day
|
| And then start dancing again
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| The first to see the end
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| Nights would end at 6 A. M
|
| You sleep all day
|
| And then start dancing again
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| The first to see the end
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| We did the Continental American |