| Walk upstairs and take my seat
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| I’m happy not to move from here until I leave
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| Nights like these tend to tick away so fast
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| But I could stay forever in this room and watch you dance
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| But my view becomes obscured
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| As people’s bodies entangle
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| And I can’t see anything anymore as I become engaged
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| In unwanted conversation
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| So I walk to the floor as they turn the lights down low
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| I move into the strobe
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| The melody they play is so familiar
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| All of my friends around
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| But we don’t make a sound
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| Cause we won’t like to move our mouths to say it
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| Over the music I hear something
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| Sounds like it could be two people arguing
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| And I hope it’s not my friend
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| Cause that could fuck up a good night
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| And I don’t wanna die for them so I hope that they can talk it through
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| And keep on dancing like I do
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| As I walk to the floor and they turn the lights down low
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| I move into the strobe
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| The melody they play is so familiar
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| All of my friends around
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| But we don’t make a sound
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| Cause we won’t like to move our mouths to say it
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| As they turn the lights down low
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| I move into the strobe
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| The melody they play it goes
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| As they turn the lights down low
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| I move into the strobe
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| The melody they play is so familiar
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| All of my friends around
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| But we don’t make a sound |