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Well I don't think that I know you
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I've never seen you here
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Before all though I could be wrong
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And though this music doesn't move me
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Thrill or even soothe me
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I think I might dance to just this one song
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Is that your brother dancing with you?
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He's giving me some funny looks
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I though you said you were on your own
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Look, I know I'm no oil painting
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But my face doesn't need re-arranging
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And I'm quite attached to all my bones.
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This isn't the way things were meant to be
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Now he's waiting outside with his mates for
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me. "Thursday at the Blue Note".
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Thursday At The Blue Note
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| White Town |
