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Texty: Sounds. Living in America. Dance With Me.

Funny how we've seem to made it
Funny how we can even walk up straight
Last night you sat home waiting
I got home much too late, yeah too late

So what if we loose our minds
So what if it doesn't make much sense
At least we know were lazy
At least we know how to play
We're so great

Come on, come on
Come get up and dance with me yeah
No more, no more
Blue days and lonely years

And I'm afraid, I need my baby
I'm afraid he doesn't know it yet
Someday I will tell him maybe
Its been like this since I don't know when
But its great

Come on, come on
Come get up and dance with me yeah
No more, no more
Blue days and lonely years

Come on, come on
Come get up and dance with me yeah
No more, no more
Blue days for you my dear

I've always been told, you will never grow old
You live your life too fast, I don't want to rest
I'm not old and tired, but I've been through fire
And I've seen enough, and I might never be the same again
Seen my friends, have you seen my friends?
They're just the same

Come on, come on
Come get up and dance with me yeah
No more, no more
Blue days and lonely years

Come on, come on,
Come get up and dance with me yeah
No more, no more
Blue days for you my dear