| This crossword says quick,
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| so don’t read the cryptic clues,
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| I like things that stick,
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| like the capital of Peru (Lima!),
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| You be the cloud I’ll be your silver lining,
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| You don’t have to force it, it’s all about timing.
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| As men get a little older,
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| their heads get a little bolder,
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| Their minds become so constricted,
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| sometimes they go blind,
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| But don’t forget where you come from,
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| they built the floor that you dance on,
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| And wrote the songs that you sing to
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| and wore the clothes that you’re into now.
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| This crossword says quick,
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| so don’t read the cryptic clues,
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| Fifteen minutes in,
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| still choosing what pen to use,
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| If I built a house that was southwardly facing,
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| You’d tell me it was a mistake I was making.
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| As men get a little older,
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| their heads get a little bolder,
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| Their minds become so constricted,
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| sometimes they go blind,
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| But don’t forget where you come from,
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| they built the floor that you dance on,
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| And wrote the songs that you sing to
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| and wore the clothes that you’re into now.
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| So everybody go to the disco yeah, |
| Everybody go to the disco yeah,
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| Everybody go to the disco yeah,
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| Everybody go to the disco yeah.
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| Everybody go to the disco yeah,
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| Everybody go to the disco yeah,
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| Everybody go to the disco yeah,
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| Everybody go to the disco yeah.
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| When Dylan went electric,
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| Now they’re swearing on the BBC,
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| When Dylan went electric,
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| Now they’re swearing on the BBC,
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| When Dylan went electric,
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| Now they’re swearing on the BBC,
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| Everybody go to the disco yeah,
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| Everybody go to the disco yeah. |