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A Diffrent Kind of Thing

held into the corner down by my hand with empty pockets im all over town the music plays i dance around with money in mind and desire to find it's all over in sunshine and begining at night for fellow to find him i found him quite stong down to begining an evening high we say nothing no one passes by i drink in the shadow still we mange to find ourselves we gave it away i never took myself serious oh to be young was all we were so i siad nothing to say we danced all night our usual dance we have no money but all of us rich never to live alone only to die young forgiven for being old we took to the sky always our hands held high but as the morning comes we drift apart with our lovers we find we kiss till the moon comes down

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