You talked me into the game of chance.
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It was '39, before the music started,
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When you walked up to me and you said,
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"Hey, heads we dance."
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Well, I didn't know who you were
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Until I saw the morning paper:
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There was a picture of you
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A picture of you 'cross the front page.
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It looked just like you, just like you in every way.
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But it couldn't be true.
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It couldn't be true.
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You stepped out of a stranger.
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They say that the Devil is a charming man.
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And just like you I bet he can dance.
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And he's coming up behind in his long
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Tailed black coat dance,
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All tails in the air.
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But the penny landed with its head dancing.
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A picture of you, a picture of you in uniform,
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Standing with your head held high,
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Hot down to the floor.
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But it couldn't be you.
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It couldn't be you.
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It's a picture of Hitler.
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He go "Do-do-do-do-do"
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He go "Do-do-do-do-do"
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He go "Do-do-do-do-do--
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Do you want to dance?"
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Well, I couldn't see what was to be,
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So I just stood there laughing.
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A picture of you, a picture of you in uniform,
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Standing with your head held high,
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Hot down to the floor.
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But it couldn't be you.
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It couldn't be you.
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It's a picture of Hitler.
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He go "Mmh-mmh-mmh-mmh-mmh"
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He go "Mmh-mmh-mmh-mmh-mmh"
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He go "Mmh-mmh-mmh-mmh-mmh--
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"Heads we're dancing."
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Heads We're Dancing
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| Kate Bush |
