| Here I go around and around
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| Sick inside and eyes to the ground
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| Looking for a sign to set me free
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| In my chic cold misery
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| Step we gaily, on we go
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| Heel to heel and toe to toe
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| Lock me away, I need to unwind
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| Did you ever hear anything so unkind
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| From your window?
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| Listen, remembering with deep regret
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| How we used to dance in a discoteque
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| Ask me why I say dance to forget
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| My fall from grace, my losing face
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| These are the tears, the tears I can’t hide
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| The pride inside, I can’t deny
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| The hurt, the pain, all thrown out
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| My window
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| I trusted you
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| Listen I step
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| Down to the arcade
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| And I see my reflection in the window
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| And I feign affection for that window
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| I could be kidding you on
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| I could be kidding you on and on…
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| I step down to the arcade
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| And I see my reflection in the window
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| Come step down to the arcade
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| And we’ll laugh at our reflections in the window-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa |