Toe to toe, dancing very close.
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Body breathing almost comatose.
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Wall to wall, people hypnotized.
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And they're stepping lightly.
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Hang each night, in rapture.
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In rapture.
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Back to back, sacroiliac.
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Spineless movement and a wild attack.
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Face to face, sightless solitude.
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And it's finger popping.
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Twenty four hour shopping in rapture.
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Fab Five Freddy told me everybody's fly.
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D.J. spinning, I said, "My, My."
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Flash is fast, flash is cool.
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Francois, c'est pas flashe non due.
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And you don't stop, sure shot.
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Go out to the parking lot.
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And you get in your car and drive real far.
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And you drive all night and then you see a light.
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And it comes right down and it lands on the ground.
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And out comes the man from Mars.
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And you try to run but he's got a gun.
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And he shoots you dead and he eats your head.
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And then you're in the man from Mars.
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You go out at night eating cars.
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You eat Cadillacs, Lincolns too.
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Mercurys and Subaru.
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And you don't stop.
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You keep on eating cars.
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Then when there's no more cars you go out at night
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And eat up bars where the people meet.
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Face to face.
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Dance cheek to cheek.
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One to one.
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Man to man.
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Dance toe to toe.
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Don't move too slow 'cause the man from Mars is through with cars.
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He's eating bars.
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Yeah, wall to wall.
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Door to door.
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Hall to hall.
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He's gonna eat 'em all.
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Rapture.
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Be pure.
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Man to man, body muscular.
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Sismic decibel by the jugular.
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Wall to wall tea time technology and a digital ladder.
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No sign of bad luck in rapture.
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In rapture.
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In rapture.
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Rapture (K-klassic Mix)
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| Blondie |
