| I could hang about and burn my fingers
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| I’ve been hanging out here waiting for something to start
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| You think I’m faultless to a 't'
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| My manner set impeccably
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| But underneath I am the same as you
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| I could dance all night like I’m a soul boy
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| But I know I’d rather drag myself across the dance floor
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| I feel like dancing on my own
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| Where no one knows me, and where I
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| Can cause offence just by the way I look
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| And when I come to blows
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| When I am numbering my foes
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| Just hope that you are on my side my dear
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| But it’s best to finish as it started
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| With my face head down
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| Just staring at the brown formica
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| It’s safer not to look around
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| I can’t hide my feelings from you now
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| There’s too much love to go around these days.
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| You say I’ve got another face
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| That’s not a fault of mine these days
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| I’m brutal, honest and afraid of you
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| It’s safer not to look around
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| There’s no hide my feelings from you now
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| But too much love to go around these days
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| You say I’ve got another face
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| That’s not a fault of mine these days
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| I’m honest, brutal and afraid of you |