| I sway in place to a slow disco
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| And a glass for the saints and a bow for the road
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| Am I thinking what everybody’s thinkin'?
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| I’m so glad I came, but I can’t wait to leave?
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| Slip my hand from your hand
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| Leave you dancin' with a ghost
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| Slip my hand from your hand
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| Leave you dancin' with a ghost
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| There’s blood in my ears and a fool in the mirror
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| And the bay of mistakes couldn’t get any clearer
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| Am I thinking what everybody’s thinkin'?
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| I’m so glad I came, but I can’t wait to leave?
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| Slip my hand from your hand
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| Leave you dancin' with a ghost
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| Slip my hand from your hand
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| Leave you dancin' with a ghost
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| Don’t it beat a slow dance to death?
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| Don’t it beat a slow dance to death?
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| Don’t it beat a slow dance to death?
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| Don’t it beat a slow dance to death?
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| Don’t it beat a slow dance to death?
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| Don’t it beat a slow dance to death? |