| Watch you dancing underground
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| It’s not to synchronizing sound
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| What’cha you gonna do when your money comes through
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| Gonna look about, shop around
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| Your best friend has moved away
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| Wouldn’t stay another day
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| What’s he gonna do when his words run out
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| And there’s nothing left to say
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| You’re putting on your smiling face
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| And you’re dressing up with style and grace
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| But your tears you just can’t hide
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| Now you’re wondering what to wear
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| Cutting off your long black hair
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| What’cha you gonna do when the money comes through
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| Gonna buy yourself a silver spear
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| You say exactly what you think
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| Battles with your pen and ink
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| What’cha you gonna do when the tide has turned
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| Well i hope that you won’t sink
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| You’re putting on your smiling face
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| And you’re dressing up with style and grace
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| But your tears you just can’t hide
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| See you stepping high and dry
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| Dressed in blue so you won’t cry
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| What’cha you gonna do when he comes out
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| Gonna make up your own mind
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| You’re putting on your smiling face
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| And you’re dressing up with style and grace
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| But your tears you just can’t hide
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| Tears you just can’t hide
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| Tears you just can’t hide
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| Tears you just can’t hide
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| Tears you just can’t hide
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| Tears you just can’t hide
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| No, no, tears you just can’t hide |