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My darling dear I am sincere
The only way to spread this cheer
Is to stomp your feet on the ground
Raise your hands and make a joyful sound

You know the crap I'm going through
Cause you been going through it too
You sing I don't know what I been told
But if we keep on dancing we will not grow old

so please report to this dance floor

and do that funky chicken, mashed potato, 'letric slide and tootsie roll
alligator, macarena, cha cha slide and jitterbug
dance your fucking heart out cause one fucking day you will be dead
and when you are dead you're in the ground and you cannot give hugs

and when you are dead you're in the ground and you cannot give hugs

You're allowed to be scared you're allowed to be frightened
But we're almost there yeah we're nearly enlightend

Oh yeah!

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