| My life’s an open book
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| You read it on the radio
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| We got nowhere to hide
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| We got nowhere to go But if you still decide
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| That you want to take a ride
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| Meet me at the wrecking ball
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| Wrecking ball
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| Wear something pretty and white
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| And we’ll go dancin’tonight
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| Meet me at the wrecking ball
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| Wrecking ball
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| Wear something pretty and white
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| And we’ll go dancin’tonight.
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| I see your smoky eyes
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| Right across the bar
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| I’ve seen that look before
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| Shining from star to star
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| Though i can’t take that chance
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| If you got time for one dance
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| Meet me at the wrecking ball
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| Wrecking ball
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| Wear something pretty and white
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| And we’ll go dancin’tonight
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| Meet me at the wrecking ball
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| Wrecking ball
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| Wear something pretty and white
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| And we’ll go dancin’tonight.
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| The restless line of cars
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| Goes stretchin’down the road
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| But i won’t telephone
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| 'cause you might say hello
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| What is it makes me feel this way?
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| What is it makes me want to say
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| Meet me at the wrecking ball
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| Wrecking ball
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| Wear something pretty and white
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| And we’ll go dancin’tonight
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| Meet me at the wrecking ball
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| Wrecking ball
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| Wear something pretty and white
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| And we’ll go dancin’tonight. |