Текст песни LCD Soundsystem - Dance Yrself Clean

Текст:

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 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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