| Fuck this, I’m going dancing
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| Yeah I’m gonna get my fix tonight
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| For just a few short hours, I’ll leave my worthless worries behind
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| Until my feet are rags
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| My aching ankles snap
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| Yeah we started dancing in the malls
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| And on tables down at city hall
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| We just got disapproving eyes
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| Everyone’s a dealer selling bad shit to each other: «a time and place for
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| everything»
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| But I only take hits from the DJ and she’s always spinning
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| When the disco ball tonight
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| Spins a sea of tiny lights
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| If we just wade and submerge we’ll be baptized
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| And wash these cautions clean
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| Like hand-me-down kidneys
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| They say starving artist
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| They don’t know the hungry part is
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| Not the empty stomach
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| But the dry and sober heart
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| So I’ll fly fly fly with the art injections
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| Fight fight fight all the interventions
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| I’m not down with 12-steps unless you’re showing me new moves
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| Sweating salty oceans, twitching and my pulse is racing
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| I’ve barely started with this groove
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| Fuck this, I’m going dancing
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| I’ve been strung out for all my life
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| But I can get a fix tonight
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| For a few short hours I’ll feel alright |