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Lyricist: Marc Almond
Lyrics:
It's getting near The magic hour When I put on my blue cloths velvet jacket
Started up the music Feel the beat I use it Of broken heart I muse it Idiot dancing
When the streets are fright you fright me Upon the treasure behind me Surrounded by explodes lights Shows supernovas all in my mind Idiot dancing
Look they're laughing at me But I feel like a million things I pride my prince a mutual dandy
I'm giving away for free I'm legendary So come with me if you can stand me
My hero like a fright My eyes was caged the light And like a cheaper view My hang around all night Idiot dancing Idiot dancing
I'm lost within My idiot dance Too worried not to rhythms and the gleam of chance
All the drums are beating The frontier comes competing I'm the lord of misrule At the fist of fools
I'm the spirits of the mood of all event Making star at the rain In my crazy things of game
I'm the Gods of the Earth Oh give me a dance Then lift me from the floor And I'm floating to the end
It's getting near The magic hour When I put on my blue cloths velvet jacket
Got the t-shirt with my favorite star And I could drive I have a car And everyone would say Yeah, that's true you are
Live my Bristol life like comprise worries at the door Electric fields is sparking As I spill across the floor
All the bills I never pay All the pills I have to take God ! Forevermore Idiot dancing Idiot dancing Idiot dancing
Yeah, yeah, yeah I don't care I don't care of idiot dancing Yeah, yeah, yeah I don't care I don't care
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