Fuck this, I'm going dancing
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Yeah I'm gonna get my fix tonight
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For just a few short hours, I'll leave my worthless worries behind
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Until my feet are rags
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My aching ankles snap
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Yeah we started dancing in the malls
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And on tables down at city hall
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We just got disapproving eyes
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Everyone's a dealer selling bad shit to each other: "a time and place for everything"
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But I only take hits from the DJ and she's always spinning
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When the disco ball tonight
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Spins a sea of tiny lights
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If we just wade and submerge we'll be baptized
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And wash these cautions clean
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Like hand-me-down kidneys
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They say starving artist
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They don't know the hungry part is
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Not the empty stomach
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But the dry and sober heart
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So I'll fly fly fly with the art injections
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Fight fight fight all the interventions
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I'm not down with 12-steps unless you're showing me new moves
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Sweating salty oceans, twitching and my pulse is racing
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I've barely started with this groove
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Fuck this, I'm going dancing
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I've been strung out for all my life
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But I can get a fix tonight
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For a few short hours I'll feel alright
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I Don't Have A Dancing Problem
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Marathon |