Hey man, I saw you standing there
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You were bobbing your head to the beat as your fists start to clinch
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Oh so tight
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"No Fear" in your eyes, and also on your shirt (and hat and pants)
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It's your turn to show tonight, do your best to start a fight
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Show us all that you can dance with your elbows and your hands
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(Dancing with friends, keeping the peace, if you didn't know I'm being sarcastic)
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When you feel the crowd start to move
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Please try to resist the urge that you get
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Try not to get upset and sock your neighbor right in the face
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I know that coach meant well
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But what's a dance to you is a fight to someone else
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Keep your anger aside, kick back, enjoy the ride
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And think how it could be if you showed some courtesy
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Your hostility, it grows so easily
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You're the next victim of the dance that broke my jaw
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Please don't get near
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You're the next victim of the dance that broke my jaw
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Have some more beer, "No Fear Gear" is what you wear
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Just because the music begins
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Does not always mean a wrestling scene from WWF
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Breaks out right to my left
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And I got a ringside ticket
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I'll challenge you or anyone anywhere
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Sometimes I just want the football thrown in
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Let the football game begin
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And then say to myself as I think of someone else
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That's not what we came here for, we'll take no more
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What's going through your head?
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To the point that someone is dead
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Keep it up and you're out of here, you're out of here
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And when you're outside by yourself and sitting all alone
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Keep your head down
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Cause we're the ones that warned you
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You're the next victim of the dance that broke my jaw
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Please don't get near
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You're the next victim of the dance that broke my jaw
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Can't we just be friends in here?
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Go drink some more beer
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Kick your neighbor's rear
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An Elbow to my ear
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Can't we just be friends in here?
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I was dancing by myself, and bothering no one else
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When suddenly I was encountered by the beast
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I ask so politely, "please just let me be"
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But the next thing I remember, I'm staring at the ceiling
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Someone please, help me call security
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I Was on my feet, but now I'm on the floor
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That shithead doesn't show respect to me or to you
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So now he's out the door
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now he's out the door
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Not gonna hurt us anymore
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That dance floor is free of hostility
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And I'm so glad he's gone
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It's our turn to have fun
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My message was clear, "We're all friends in here"
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But we're not allowed to do the dance that broke my
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the dance that broke my
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the dance that broke my Jaw
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The Dance That Broke My Jaw
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| Hoobastank |
