Oh you,
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old thing.
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Still got vibrations
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in your streets.
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They move me to come down
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from the chandelier
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I have been watching you from.
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Bon soir,
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bon soir ma ville.
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I'm gonna leave you now
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in the arms of babes.
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I've got a new way to live
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through the storms you're so famous for -
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oh, that's the sound of some new rocket
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upon the door.
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Who's gonna steam up all your dancehalls?
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Who'll put your lilies in a vase,
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when all the good men have had all their daughters, and
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all the other men have fallen in with daises?
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I don't want to be the last one standing,
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I don't want to reach the bitter end.
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As much as I have always loved your dancing,
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I hate the sounds that come from crowds
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that just don't get
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my moves.
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From here,
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in the sky,
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I see rows of lgihts
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as as violent web.
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And I will miss
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the way I got caught up in you.
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Oh you,
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old thing.
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I'm gonna leave you now
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in the arms of babes.
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I've got a new way to live
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in the storm, in the storm
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in the storm.
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Oh You, Old Thing
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| Wolf Parade |
