I'm finding my feet
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absolutely midseason mediocre street
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I got nothing to say
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want nothing to do
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with people like you
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there's nothing to see
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you see there's nothing like a good time
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well I remember
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I heard it on the radio
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and then I
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read it in a magazine
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steppin' on the same shoes
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and I've got nothing to do
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'cept turn over stones
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and head for home
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or someone like you
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I stare at the ground
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and wear out my shoes
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the shoes with nowhere to go
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and nothing to do
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Oh, read it
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read it in a magazine
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watch people on the T.V. set
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watch lovers on the movie screen
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produce a mix in stereo
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turn on the radio for
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something to do
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and still there's nothing to do
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there's nothing like a good time
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and there certainly isn't anything new
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oh, honey, oh baby
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nothing true
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[chorus]
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read it
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read it in a magazine
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there's nothing like a good time
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I'd have a better time
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a so much better time
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an even better time
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with nothing to do
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Nothing To Do
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| Icehouse |
