| I could be a swinging sickle
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| Turning to a factional nomad
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| I could be a friend so fickle
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| Or I could be the best you ever had
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| I could be the dull divider
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| Paint between the tyres on either side
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| I could be a gene defiler
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| Wishing for a head so fine and wide
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| Got to get, to get down
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| Find a rhythm to pick me up
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| And catch the beat of this town
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| What could pull me together
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| Got to get, to get down
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| Trace the bullet and sift the dust
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| Catch the beat of this town
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| What to find to feel better
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| The streetlights and the ravers
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| And my trails of misbehavior
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| Lost in liquid nights
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| And whirling disco lights
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| The burden of tomorrow
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| All the shame regret and sorrow
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| Lost in liquid nights
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| And whirling disco lights
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| I can't recall a thing
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| So why do I feel so sad?
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| I could be a man of money
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| Soaking up the sweat upon your brow
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| I could be less lonely honey
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| If I could just remember you right now
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| Got to get, to get down
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| Find a rhythm to pick me up
|
| And catch the beat of this town
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| What could pull me together
|
| Got to get, to get down
|
| Trace the bullet and sift the dust
|
| Catch the beat of this town
|
| What to find to feel better
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| The streetlights and the ravers
|
| And my trails of misbehavior
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| Lost in liquid nights
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| And whirling disco lights
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| The burden of tomorrow
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| All the shame regret and sorrow
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| Lost in liquid nights
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| And whirling disco lights
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| And I'm whirling through the half light
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| Shivers down my spine
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| Don't know what I'm becoming
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| But I know I'll make it mine
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| I can't recall a thing
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| So why do I feel so sad? |