Half past one on the dance-floor,
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And my thoughts have turned to murder,
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Can't these strangers feel my eyes, burning into them,
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They know that i wanna kill them,
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'cos i can't get over you,
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And i can see them looking at you,
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And i just can't, can't get over you,
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It hurts to see you dance so well,
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Quater to two on the dance-floor,
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But my feet won't dance no more,
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Got no spirit for dancing,
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Since you walked right out the door,
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Now all my moves are floored,
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'cos i cant get over you,
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And i can see them dancing up to you,
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And i just can't, can't get over you,
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Hurts to see you looking so fine,
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You it hurts to see you dance so well,
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I, I remember the times that we kissed,
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And the beats my heart missed,
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But our feet never missed a beat,
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When we were dancing cheek to cheek,
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And you,you, you knew all the best moves,
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And the funkiest grooves,
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But you never knew,
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How much i was in love with you,
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And now it's two o'clock on the dance-floor,
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And i'm going home,
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I'm going home,
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I'm going home alone
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It Hurts To See You Dance So Well
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| The Pipettes |
