| You can say anything you like
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| No one is listening
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| You can fool everyone outright
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| No one’s paying attention
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| So wrong but how can you lose
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| When nobody tells the truth
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| They’re talking through their teeth
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| All make believe
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| Our heads are spinning around
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| We don’t like it underneath the ground
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| Yeah, our heads are spinning around
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| No one’s dancing, no one hears a sound
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| Late night and we’re feeling bad
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| Only feeling with our hands
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| And we catch up with the wakin' world
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| All make believe
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| Our heads are spinning around
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| We don’t like it underneath the ground
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| Yeah, our heads are spinning around
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| No one’s dancing, no one hears a sound
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| Our heads are spinning around
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| We don’t like it underneath the ground
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| Yeah, our heads are spinning around
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| No one’s dancing, no one hears a sound
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| We don’t like it underneath the ground
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| Our heads are spinning around
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| We don’t like it underneath the ground
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| Yeah, our heads are spinning around
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| No one’s dancing, no one hears a sound
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| Our heads are spinning around
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| We don’t like it underneath the ground
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| Yeah, our heads are spinning around
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| No one’s dancing, no one hears a sound
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| We don’t like it underneath the ground |