(Ron & Russell Mael, Giorgio Moroder)
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We're just a gleam in lover's eyes, steam on sweaty bodies in the night
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One of us might make it through, the rest will disappear like dew
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Pressure building, gettin' hot, give it, give it, give it all you got
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When that love explosion comes, my, oh my, we want to be someone
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CHORUS
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Tryouts for the human race, from Burlington to Bonn
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Ah, we are a quarter billion strong
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Tryouts for the human race, from twilight time 'til dawn
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We just want to be someone
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We're the future and the past, we're the only way you're gonna last
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We're just pawns in a funny game, tiny actors in the oldest play
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It's an angry sea we face, just to get the chance to join the race
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Gotta make it, gotta try, gotta get the chance to live and die
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CHORUS
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We must, we must, we must leave from here
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We must, we must, we must, we must leave from here
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Gotta make our play, gotta get away
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Gotta make our play, gotta get away
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Gotta make our play, gotta get away
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Gotta make our play
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Let us out of here, let us out of here, let us out of here
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We just want to feel the sun and be your little daughter or your son
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We're just words that lovers use, words thaat light that automatic fuse
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When that love explosion comes, my, oh my, we want to be someone
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CHORUS
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Tryouts For The Human Race
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| Sparks |
