Let's sing the songs of every section now.
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Dance let's dance then dance of a bank robber laugh.
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Now stand the torch called in at six o'clock to me. (?!)
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Let's dance to the beat of a different drug.
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Growing tired of efforts lost,
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Who seems to be caught holding down those efforts,
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That constantly fall into overflow.
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Someone's going to clean up your kiss,
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And take me away,
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We're doing fine anyway.
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Sell all the things that you love,
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Crying, liar god can't take you higher.
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She tells no-one taking it.
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Kiss it slow, oh on her face,
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And then down to her feet,
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Can you see the memory?
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I hope we forget this place and sing it,
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That we forget this place.
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Someone's going to clean up your kiss,
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Someone should take them away,
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We're doing fine anyway.
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Sell all the things that you love,
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Into the pride yeah we're going higher,
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Let's end up doing fine.
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She tells no-one what day it is,
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But she tells up of the liars eyes,
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Sway kiss to you.
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And she knows, love is all or nothing.
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So it goes, she'll take the ready freely kingdom
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Miss Bliss (John Peel Version)
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The Icarus Line |