| They’re spreading lies in the paper
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| Don’t let it get you down
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| Figure out the face that shouts
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| The first one’s in, the last one out
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| Take a look around you
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| Stay on your toes
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| Someone took the words from your mouth
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| And the breath from your lungs
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| Just go
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| Get down till the music stops
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| No one knows
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| Can’t decide what’s your fate
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| This mine this is late
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| Spreading lies all around
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| Looking out for the new sound
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| Dipping in to the new pool
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| Getting lost then coming out
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| Can’t disguise the words in my eyes
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| It’s not too late to shout
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| Just go
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| Get down till the music stops
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| No one knows
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| When you go
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| Get down till the music stops
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| No one knows
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| Eleventh hour in my way
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| Do the job and take the pay
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| Spreading lies all around
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| Looking hard for the new sound
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| Slipping sawdust in the old wheels
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| Getting caught for what you know
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| Can’t say what I’ve seen with my eyes
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| A firing squad is set to go
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| Get down till the music stops
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| No one knows
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| When you go
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| Get down till the music stops
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| No one knows |