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Clubbin'
The bass is pounding in my chest, the lights spin in my eyes, if someone says this E's no good, that mother ______ lies. The hairs on my arms stand up, when you touch me girl I swear. Your dancing makes me hot, I'm trying not to stare. The tune is getting in my head. If I stop I'll miss the beat. I can't believe what time it is. I'm still standing on my feet. I pop another E pill yeah! I tally up the score. We'll dance till dawn, and on still yet, till we can't dance anymore. When daylight comes we'll leave the club, with hands shielding our eyes. If someone says this E's no good, that mother______ lies. Where's the car I can't recall. I thought I left it here. Look over at those dudes, the one in blue is queer. Finally, I find my ride. Relieved, I breathe a sigh. If someone says this E's no good, that mother______ lies. Home again 9:00 in the morn. I try to get some sleep. I'm crying like a new born. The price I'll pay is steep. I know I'll never go to work. I'll get fired like before. Oh well, I'll get another gig, then go out again once more.
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