| I spin around 'n' find myself again with a thought:
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| I’m just a man on the street.
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| You check it out, another lookalike
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| but he’s not me.
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| I know the places, I know the faces
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| 'n' I know that fact that the action is to go.
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| I’m satisfied with the tempo of the night, oh can’t you see?
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| Lights are blinking 'n' I’m left thinking that I’m sinking into the groove of the night.
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| You habg around with me, and I’ll let you know,
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| The things that we can do, places we can go.
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| When the world is in her hands
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| Everthing’s complete.
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| When the world is in her hands
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| It’s everything I need.
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| She loves you all the same
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| Though black turns to white.
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| Oh yeah she’s generating love.
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| Do I have to answer? |
| I’ll find another dancer,
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| I’m a man in the street.
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| To get your daily satisfaction
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| You’ve got to be greedy.
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| No time to settle down, no time to push myself around.
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| I’m satisfied with the tempo of the night, oh can’t you see?
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| (Let me say)
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| Once again, I’ve got a feeling that
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| I’m dealing with the groove of the night.
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| Every move she does is generating love,
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| It’s in her veins, it’s in her blood.
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| (She's generating love) |