Waking Eyes (The)
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Roll your eyes a new directionCold is the tongue of the one who speaks in monotoneClap your hands with sharp inflectionDance to the beat of a drummer playing on his ownWhy are we hanging our heads?Why don't we go out and dance tonight?\I'd rather be weak than be stillJust keep finding reasons to fall in loveUntil we've loved our lives awayIn and out but never showing upTo stay long enough to let them onto youThere's a little peace in knowing we'll still be young and brokeNo matter what we doSomeone get me down on the floorWhat's the point of living in the city?Someone get me down on the floorBack of my neck getting dirt and grittyWhy don't we go out and dance tonight?And love our lives away
From Letras Mania