I met a girl at the Cambel town bar
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You know the one that plays the guitar
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'Yes' she said some things that you shouldn't say
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Wonder if she remembers
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She was wasted anyway
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It's the next day
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Who remembers what
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No-one knows
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Everybody's too afraid to talk about it anyway
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These particular times everyone's out of line
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It makes no change it's so strange
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Everybody's walking around so deranged
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She asked me to play her that song everyone likes
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She said she'd listen as the day is long and dance shed dance into the night
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We talked of dreams, romance and excess
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Something inside of her tells me she climbs to be the best
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This you have to respect
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Stuck in her dead in job
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And yes she said, some things that she should not say
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She wonders if I remember
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I was wasted anyway
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It's the next week
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We stop and speak
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Happens all the times
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It's like a trend and it totally drives me round the bend
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These particular times
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Everyone's out of line it makes no change
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It's strange
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Everybody's walking around so deranged.
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Dance Into The Night
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