| Half past one on the dance-floor,
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| And my thoughts have turned to murder,
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| Can’t these strangers feel my eyes, burning into them,
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| They know that i wanna kill them,
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| 'cos i can’t get over you,
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| And i can see them looking at you,
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| And i just can’t, can’t get over you,
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| It hurts to see you dance so well,
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| Quater to two on the dance-floor,
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| But my feet won’t dance no more,
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| Got no spirit for dancing,
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| Since you walked right out the door,
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| Now all my moves are floored,
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| 'cos i cant get over you,
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| And i can see them dancing up to you,
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| And i just can’t, can’t get over you,
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| Hurts to see you looking so fine,
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| You it hurts to see you dance so well,
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| I, I remember the times that we kissed,
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| And the beats my heart missed,
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| But our feet never missed a beat,
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| When we were dancing cheek to cheek,
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| And you, you, you knew all the best moves,
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| And the funkiest grooves,
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| But you never knew,
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| How much i was in love with you,
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| And now it’s two o’clock on the dance-floor,
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| And i’m going home,
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| I’m going home,
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| I’m going home alone |