You, you think its cool to be crazy,
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I say "you're born rich? stay rich."
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There's no point in taking chances.
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And me, I wouldn't call it a sophomore slump
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No, I'd say I¡¯m one step closer to bein' just where I want to be.
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Away from this scene,
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Away from this machine
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Alright!
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Meet me in the middle
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well, come on, let's make up a dance
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and we'll agree to call it the compromise.
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Step one:
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Find a partner, grab a pen
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and don't you dare ask questions just sign on the dotted line.
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Step two:
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Throw your partner behind a desk
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where they'll do absolutely nothing
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so it's your job to dance and smile
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the whole time.
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Don't call it a trend,
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'cause it's the only way we think to get ahead.
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Meet me in the middle
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well, come on, let's make up a dance
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and we'll agree to call it the compromise.
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There's no sense in complaining.
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It doesn't change our minds.
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Well, take me by the hand let's compromise.
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I can feel your feet touching mine.
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If you can't dance, there's someone else in line!
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Meet me in the middle
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well, come on, let's make up a dance
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and we'll agree to call it the compromise.
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There's no sense in complaining.
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If it doesn't change our minds.
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Well, take me by the hand let's compromise!
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The Compromise
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