| I can’t believe it I must be dreaming
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| She turns the sound down
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| Says «I am heaving
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| This is a freakshow»
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| and I am screaming
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| She spins the world round
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| I want to stop
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| Bittersweet again
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| Her opening move
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| Down and out in black
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| Soft shiny and smooth
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| Looks like the alien crowd got groove
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| She burns her name into my arm
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| but I can never get through
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| To play the game she’s trying to lose
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| Her ultraviolet makes it harder to choose
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| Looks like the edge of the earth got moved
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| She blurs a way across the floor
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| I spin to swallow the view
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| And it’s the same sway
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| yeah it’s the same slide
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| It’s the same stare
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| Oh it’s the same smile
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| Yeah it’s the same but…
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| it’s not quite right
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| Oh it’s insane
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| She shakes like a freak
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| Stuck in the middle of the room for a week
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| Looks like the only way to get on the beat
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| Is take her up on how to swing
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| But I am missing my feet
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| And it’s the same sway
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| Yeah it’s the same slide
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| It’s the same swish
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| Oh it’s the same smile
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| Yeah it’s the same but…
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| It’s not quite right
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| I’m in a step… out!
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| She two more steps… down!
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| For three steps up… clap!
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| And go around… ow!
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| It makes my head buzz
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| She wants to come now
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| I try to stop
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| Always infradig her finishing move
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| Up and down in black
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| Soft shiny and smooth
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| Looks like the alien crowd got groove
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| She cuts a number out my arm
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| But I can never get through
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| To play this game she’s trying to lose
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| The stuff from Mars makes it harder to choose
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| Looks like the final frontier got moved
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| She blurs a way across the floor
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| I spin to swallow the view
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| And it’s the same sway
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| Yeah it’s the same slide
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| it’s the same strip
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| oh it’s the same smile
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| Yeah it’s the same but it’s not quite right…
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| I can’t believe it I must be dreaming
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| She turns the lights up Says she is leaving
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| This is a freakshow
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| and I am beaten…
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| She spins the world round
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| I have to stop. |