Baby, grab your things. Let's hit the show
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'Cause when the world's on fire, it's the one place we can go
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Where we can just dance until we're dead
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And it never really matters what they said.
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So put a cork in the guy up front.
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Don't make the world stop dancin'.
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The kids will just dance until they're dead.
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It never really matters what we said.
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We gotta just shut the fuck up and let the kids keep dancing.
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Step back. Everything's alright.
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We all know the facts, but we're drunk tonight.
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Oooh! It looks like somebody read a book! Wow!
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But there's no solace found in listening to the underground.
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'Cause when your ear's put down to the bottom of the street
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You can't dance, man, it's really hard to move your feet.
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Shut up, shut up and say, shut up, shut up and say
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It's not that bad.
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I mean it's obvious that something isn't right
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but if ignorance is bliss would you rather smile or fight?
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Well, I'll take fight.
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The kids just dance until they're dead.
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It never really matters what we said.
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So we gotta just move on out and let the kids keep dancin'.
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Sorry, Brooklyn. Dancing Won't Solve Anything
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| Bomb The Music Industry! |
