Tuesday, October 12, 2010

dance yerself clean

Walking up to me expecting walking up to me Expecting words it happens all the time Present company accept it present company Except the worst it happens every night  Ah aaaaah present company Excluded every time Ah aaaaaah present company www.lyrics-celebrities.anekatips.com The best that you can find  Talking like a jerk Except you are an actual jerk And living proof that sometimes friends are mean  Present company expect it present company Just laugh it off it's better than it seems  Ah aaaaaah present company Excluded in every way Ah aaaaaah present company Makes me wanna stay  Killing it with close inspecting Killing it can only make it worse It sort of makes it breed Present company accepting Presently we all expect the worst Works just like a need  Ah aaaaah present company Excluded in the night Ah aaaaah present company Included in the fight  ah aaaaaaaah, ah aaaaaaaah, aaaaaah ah aaaaaaah  Don't you want me to wake up? Then give me just a bit of your time Arguments are made from make outs So give it just a little more time  We've got to bring our results I wanna play it 'til the time comes But there's a string of divorces You go and throw your little hands up  I miss the way the night comes With friends who always make it feel good This basement has a cold glow Though it's better than a bunch of others  So go and dance yourself clean ..ooow Go and dance yourself clean yeah You're throwing marks into pieces Baby, they're arguments, the pieces  It's your show (x4)  Work a little bit ......?  Every night's a different story It's a thirty car pile-up with you Everybody's getting younger It's the end of an era, it's true  And you go (Stop, stop, stop, stop)  Make me into bigger pieces ....... he's home with you Wait until the weekend And we can make our dreams come true  And it's anekatips ago yeah, it's ago And if we wait until the weekend We can miss the best thing to do oh  Go and dance yrself clean Go and dance yourself clean You're throwing marks into pieces Maybe they're arguments the pieces  Oh  We should try a little harder In the tedious march of the few Every day's a different warning There's a part of me hoping it's true

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