| I’ve read quite a few of the books that you see
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| High on the shelves of this tall library
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| They teach me how to think
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| But now I think too much
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| Much too much
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| Something’s not right, there’s a hole in my life
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| So I wander the clubs
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| Looking for some soul, looking for some life
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| All I find is you
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| But you make me laugh
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| And that’s a start
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| You ask me
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| «What tune is this?»
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| I don’t know but I like it If you ask the DJ
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| On Monday I’ll buy it
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| «What tune is this?»
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| My neighbours won’t like it So don’t, don’t darling leave
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| Roll down the steps for the annual ball
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| See how b-boys divide and heads line the wall
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| But all I see is you
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| So I drink too much, and then I talk too much
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| Something’s not right, there’s a hole in my life
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| So I wander the clubs
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| Looking for some soul, looking for some life
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| All I find is you
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| But you make me laugh
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| And that’s a start
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| You ask me
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| «What tune is this?»
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| I don’t know but I like it If you ask the DJ
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| On Monday I’ll buy it
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| «What tune is this?»
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| My neighbours won’t like it So don’t, don’t darling leave
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| Don’t, don’t darling leave
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| «What tune is this?»
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| I don’t know but I like it If you ask the DJ
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| On Monday I’ll buy it
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| «What tune is this?»
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| My neighbours won’t like it So if you’ll ask the DJ
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| On Monday I’ll buy it And then we’ll dance through the yard
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| 'Til the neighbours decide they don’t like it We’re gonna dance through the yard
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| 'Til the neighbours decide they don’t like it |