| You walk into the ballroom like
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| The cough, the wind, the rain was right
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| And all them heads went left to right
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| then out weith the lights
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| it was a break in time, I know your mechanism
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| And you became like that on which your heart was fixed
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| Before I knew what was which
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| out with the lights
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| There’s a picture of you standing there in my black wig
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| Looking like who thinks they know who
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| standing there in my black wig
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| I came here for the light
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| You always looked good that way
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| Yout with the one-two punch from Illinois
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| If you lean any harder that window breaks at the bump
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| And when that light turns back again you will remember the way
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| They fall for you like a brick, oh, but nobody loves you
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| Or woos you when you’re down or kicked
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| Out go the lights, never see that kind of poise
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| You always looked good that way
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| You with the one-two punch
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| You always looked good that way |