I can't believe it, I must be dreaming
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She turns the sound down
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Says, "I am heaving
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This is a freakshow"
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And I am screaming
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She spins the world round
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I want to stop
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Bittersweet again
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Her opening move
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Down and out in black
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Soft shiny and smooth
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Looks like the alien
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Crowd got groove
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She burns her name into my arm
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But I can never get through
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To play the game
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She's trying to lose
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Her ultraviolet makes it
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Harder to choose
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Looks like the edge
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Of the earth got moved
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She blurs a way across the floor
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I spin to swallow the view
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And it's the same sway
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Yeah, it's the same slide
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It's the same stare, oh
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It's the same smile
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Yeah, it's the same but
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It's not quite right
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Oh, it's insane
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She shakes like a freak
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Stuck in the middle
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Of the room for a week
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Looks like the only way
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To get on the beat
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Is take her up on how to swing
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But I am missing my feet
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And it's the same sway
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Yeah, it's the same slide
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It's the same stare, oh
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It's the same smile
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Yeah, it's the same but
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It's not quite right
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I'm in a step, out
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She two more steps down
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For three steps up, clap
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And go around, ow
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It makes my head buzz
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She wants to come now
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I try to stop
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Always infra dig her
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Finishing move
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Up and down in black
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Soft shiny and smooth
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Looks like the alien
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Crowd got groove
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She cuts a number out my arm
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But I can never get through
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To play this game
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She's trying to lose
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The stuff from Mars
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Makes it harder to choose
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Looks like the final frontier got moved
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She blurs a way across the floor
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I spin to swallow the view
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And it's the same sway
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Yeah, it's the same slide
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It's the same strip, oh
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It's the same smile
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Yeah, it's the same
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But it's not quite right
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I can't believe it, I must be dreaming
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She turns the lights up
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Says she is leaving
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This is a freakshow
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And I am beaten
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She spins the world round
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Freakshow
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The Cure |