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It's getting near the magic hour
When I put on my blue crushed velvet jacket
Turning up the music, hear the beat, I use it
A broken heart, I lose it, idiot dancing
When the streets are quiet you'll find me
Putting drudgery behind me
Surrounded by exploding light show
Supernovas all in my mind
Idiot dancing
Look they're laughing at me
But I feel like a million things
A prime art prince, all metal and dandy
I'm given away for free, I'm legendary
So come with me if you can stand me
My hair like a fright, my eyes to catch the light
And like a cheap perfume I'll stay around all night
Idiot dancing
I'm lost within an idiot dance
To wild hypnotic rhythms and the thrill of chance
All the drums are beating and the voodoo kings competing
I'm the lord of misrule at a feast of fools
And the spirits of the air will all be there
Making starlight out of rain in my crazy pagan game
And the gods of the earth will give me dare
They'll lift me from the floor and I'll float into the air
It's getting near the magic hour
When I put on my blue crushed velvet jacket
Got a t-shirt with my favourite star
If I could drive I'd have the car
And everyone would say "Yeah that's who you are"
Leave my thrift store real life cut price worries at the door
Electric fuses sparking as I spin across the floor
All the bills I never paid, all the pills I have to take
Gone forevermore
Idiot dancing
Idiot dancing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I don't care, I don't care
Idiot dancing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I don't care, I don't care
I'm idiot dancing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I don't care, I don't care
I'm idiot dancing
Idiot dancing
Idiot dancing
I don't care
I'm idiot dancing



Авторы: Marc Almond Peter, Whitmore Neal Copyright: Bmg Rights Management (uk) Limited, Iq Music Ltd


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