| Take my arm and walk through the city
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| Gonna get lost that would be a pity
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| Take my hand I don’t understand
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| How to dance this tune if I’m not with you
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| I’m sick and tired of the last generation
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| Finally get to a known destination
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| Starlight dreams and fantasy
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| Like glitter on pages of the magazines
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| Stereo kids they were lost in a petting zoo
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| Could be our late night dangers
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| Sex and a dress, ohhh
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| I want a piece of you
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| You are my only saviour
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| Sound the alarm it’s the storm in the calm
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| We’re all getting eaten by the telephone
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| Under the dream of a man in the sea
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| Lies a postcard written for Eleanor Rigby
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| Don’t be mean to the green limousine
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| He’s trying to be quite discrete
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| Will fall away, guess you can for a day
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| If you take me back to 1968
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| Stereo kids they were lost in a petting zoo
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| Could be our late night dangers
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| Sex and a dress, ohhh
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| I want a piece of you
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| You are my only, only
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| Stereo kids they were lost in a petting zoo
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| Could be our late night dangers
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| Sex and a dress, ohhh
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| I want a piece of you
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| You are my only, only
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| Stereo kids they were lost in a petting zoo
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| Could be our late night dangers
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| Sex and a dress, ohhh
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| I want a piece of you
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| You are my only (x8)
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| Take my arm and walk through the city
|
| Gonna get lost that would be a pity
|
| Take my hand I don’t understand
|
| How to dance this tune if I’m not with you
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| I’m sick and tired of the last generation
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| Finally get to a known destination
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| Starlight dreams and fantasy
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| Like glitter on pages of the magazines |