| Exploding international, the scenes, the sounds
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| And famously, the feeling that you can’t squeeze 'round
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| While tearing off another page
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| Of loose change, outrage
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| It’s another perfect day
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| Until the night show
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| Exploding international, the wind did howl
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| The sky above was thick with rings of smoke and clouds
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| And hanging on the bleeding end
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| Of conscious, who’s this?
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| Was there anything I missed
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| As far as you know?
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| As far as you know?
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| Was it all for swinging you around?
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| All for swinging you around?
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| Exploding international, the sun, the sights
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| The moments you are viewing through a beam of light
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| Propel you through the golden age
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| We crash-land the first page
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| On a crumbling world stage
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| Into the front rows
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| Into the front rows
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| And all for swinging you around
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| All for swinging you around
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| And off your feet, all the love you found, spinning 'round
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| And off your feet, all the love you found, spinning 'round
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| And off your feet, all the love you found, spinning 'round, spinning 'round,
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| swinging 'round
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| We’re twisting incognito with no time, can’t talk
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| Can’t tell if this is fantasy or culture shock
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| Or remnants of a golden age
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| That’s near mint, unplayed
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| Or a welcome overstayed
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| Beneath the light show
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| Beneath the light show
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| All for swinging you around
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| All for swinging you around
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| All for swinging you around
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| All for swinging you around
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| All for swinging you around
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| All for swinging you around |