| Though you’re only seventeen
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| Far too much of life you’ve seen
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| Syncopated child
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| Maybe if you only knew
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| Where your path is leading to
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| You’d become less wild
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| But I know it’s vain
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| Trying to explain
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| While there’s this insane
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| Music in your brain
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| Dance, dance, dance little lady
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| Youth is fleeting to the rhythm
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| Beating in your mind
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| Dance, dance, dance little lady
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| So obsessed with second best
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| No rest you’ll ever find
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| Time and tide and trouble
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| Never, never wait
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| Let the cauldron bubble
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| Justify your fate
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| Dance, dance, dance little lady
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| Dance, dance, dance little lady
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| Leave tomorrow behind
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| When the saxaphone
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| Gives a wicked moan
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| Charleston, hey, hey
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| Rhythms fall and rise
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| Start dancing to the tune
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| The bands crooning—
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| For soon the night will be gone
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| Start swaying like a reed
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| Without heeding
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| The speed
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| That hurries you on
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| Syncopate your nerves
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| Till your body curves
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| Drooping, stooping
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| Laughter some day dies
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| And when the lights are starting to gutter
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| Dawn—through the shutter—
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| Shows you’re living in a world of lies
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| Dance, dance, dance little lady
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| Youth is fleeting to the rhythm
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| Beating in your mind
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| Dance, dance, dance little lady
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| So obsessed with second best
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| No rest you’ll ever find
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| Time and tide and trouble
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| Never, never wait
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| Let the cauldron bubble
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| Justify your fate
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| Dance, dance, dance little lady
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| Dance, dance, dance little lady
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| Leave tomorrow behind |