It's a little bit late now,
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But there's times you will
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Get a little bit out of hand,
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Making all of a spill.
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And if we can lay this down,
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You're going all the way.
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Take a look and I'll check it out,
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'cause I can always find it.
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Such a lonely place. Ooh.
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This room without your face. Ooh.
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[CHORUS]
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Ooh. American Science.
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All night long she can two-step and sway.
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Ooh, it's such awful manners.
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Don't keep me waiting, come and lie beside me.
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A little megalomania becomes you, evidently.
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There ain't a thing you can acquire
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With your cling-wrap plaything.
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Just look at this state.
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I crawl around in a daze,
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Like symptomatic case
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Of your soul persuasion.
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Such a lonely place. Ooh.
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This room without your face. Ooh.
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[CHORUS]
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Ooh, it's a little bit later now,
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And there's time you will let it all get
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Out of hand when you feel you feel.
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I just switched on the operation.
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Such a lovely face. Ooh.
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It pulls me into place. Ooh.
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[CHORUS (Repeat for FADE)]
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American Science
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| Duran Duran |
