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There's danger in the air
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They walk around in pairs
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Dancing to the Dansette
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Well God Almighty don't forget
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You came here with me.
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While Cinderella's getting hypnotised
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By the Italian with grey-green eyes
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I stand deliberatly out of bounds
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Winding you up just to bring you down
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To my level
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So I'm sitting in a corner with a knife in my back
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Pretending not to notice that I'm under attack
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When a positive lack of direction breaks upon my shoulders
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You may dance with him all night long
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Live your romance out in a popular song
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But baby you're gonna miss me when the radio comes on
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And they're playing my song.
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The boys are queuing up at every one-night stand
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To issue their final demands
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The stand's telling them about this guy
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And so they're standing with her but they're keeping their eyes
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On some other girl
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Me, I'm trying to hold it down
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By thinking about the words to some other song
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When I'm forced into making polite conversation
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I open the window to get some ventilation
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Try to break away from the intellectual starvation.
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Meanwhile the taxis are calling
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And the angels are falling
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Down into the garden of truth
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Where two star-crossed lovers
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Cut across one another
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And make their way home one by one.
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He may fire imagination into your eyes
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I know strong personalities are hard to find
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You messed up mine;
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We've got a good thing let's keep on trying
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Baby you're gonna miss me when the radio comes 'round to my time.
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The Party
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| Dream Academy |
