Blinded by the vision
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I turn and face my back to the wall
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'Cause I’m locked up in a rhythm
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The prism of a big glitter ball
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Wrapped around your finger
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I’m caught up in the middle with you, baby
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With some laughter and drinking
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There’s very little else I can do
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Then I go and drop a bombshell upon you
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I’ve been making eyes at somebody else
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You’re no longer number one
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She loves the night and all that glitters
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Her name in lights around the city
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Don’t you mess your life up, Sunday girl
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You’re rushing down like a roller coaster
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Night on the town, gonna make the most of
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We can dance 'til Sunday morning, girl
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You’re pushing and a-shoving me, baby
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Like a bitch to the wall
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But you’re driving me crazy
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Right up to fever pitch, I could fall
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When you shine down your love light
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I’m getting blinded by the sights and sounds
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She loves the night and all that glitters
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Her name in lights around the city
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Don’t you mess your life up, Sunday girl
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I will see you, I will get you
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I will see you, I will get you
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I will see you, I will get you
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Then I go and drop a bombshell upon you
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I’ve been making eyes at somebody, baby
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You’re no longer number one
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She loves the night and all that glitters
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Her name in lights around the city
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Don’t you mess your life up, Sunday girl
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You’re rushing down like a roller coaster
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Night on the town, gonna make the most of
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We can dance 'til Sunday morning
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We can dance 'til Sunday morning
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We can dance 'til Sunday morning, girl |