I hold on so nervously
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To me and my drink
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I wish it was cooling me
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But so far, has not been good
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It´s been shitty
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And I feel awkward, as I should
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This club has got to be
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The most pretentious thing
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Since I thought you and me
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Well I am imagining
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A dark lit place
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Or your place or my place
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Well I´m not paralyzed
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But, I seem to be struck by you
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I want to make you move
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Because you´re standing still
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If your body matches
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What your eyes can do
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You´ll probably move right through
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Me on my way to you
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I hold out for one more drink
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Before I think
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I´m looking too desperately
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But so far has not been fun
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I should just stay home
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If one thing really means one
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This club will hopefully
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Be closed in three weeks
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That would be cool with me
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Well I´m still imagining
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A dark lit place
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Or your place or my place
|
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Well, I´m not paralyzed
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But, I seem to be struck by you
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I want to make you move
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Because you´re standing still
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If your body matches
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What your eyes can do
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You´ll probably move right through
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Me on my way to you
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We´ll, I´m not paralyzed
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But, I seem to be struck by you
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I want to make you move
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Because you´re standing still
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If your body matches
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What your eyes can do
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You´ll probably move right through
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Me on my way to you
|
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I´m not paralyzed
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But, I seem to be struck by you
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I want to make you move
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Because you´re standing still
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If your body matches
|
What your eyes can do
|
You´ll probably move right through
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Me on my way to you
|
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You´ll probably move right through
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Me on my way to you
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You´ll probably move right through
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Me on my way to you
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Paralyzer
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| Finger Eleven |
