| Wake up at night
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| Drink your last glass of wine
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| And put your red lipstick on
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| You get to the bar
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| Trying to look hot
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| But you’re not cool
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| Like the other girls are
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| And we can dance on the dark side of the moon
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| Be the freaks no one wants to talk to
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| We can dance on the dark side of the moon
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| And don’t worry if they’re watching us
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| 'Cause we don’t see them when our eyes are shut
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| You don’t have to be afraid to touch
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| So put your hands on me
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| It don’t matter if they want to judge us
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| 'Cause we can dance like freaks
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| Just one more shot
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| Then we’ll be the last one’s standing
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| Running for the last bus home
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| And we can dance on the dark side of the moon
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| Be the freaks no one wants to talk to
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| We can dance on the dark side of the moon
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| And don’t worry if they’re watching us
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| 'Cause we don’t see them when our eyes are shut
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| You don’t have to be afraid to touch
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| So put your hands on me
|
| It don’t matter if they want to judge us
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| 'Cause we can dance like freaks
|
| And don’t worry if they’re watching us
|
| 'Cause we don’t see them when our eyes are shut
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| You don’t have to be afraid to touch
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| So put your hands on me
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| It don’t matter if they want to judge us
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| It don’t matter if they want to judge us
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| It don’t matter if they want to judge us
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| 'Cause we can dance like freaks |