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Lyrics: LCD Soundsystem. This Is Happening. Dance Yrself Clean.


Walking up to me expecting words
It happens all the time
Present company excepted:
Present company, except the worst?
It happens every night,
Present company excluded every time.
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,
Present company excluded in every way
Present company makes me wanna stay go,

Killing it with close inspection.
Killing it can only make it worse,
It sort of makes it breed,
Present company accepting
Presently we all expect the worst,
It works just like a need.
Present company excluded in the night,
Present company included in the fight, go,

Don't you want me to wake up?
Then give me just a bit of your time.
Arguments are made for make-ups,
So give it just a little more time.

We've got to bring the resources,
I'm gonna play until the time comes,
Forget your string of divorces,
Just go and throw your little hands up.

It's late, I miss the way the night comes
My friends know how to make it feel good
The basement has a cold glow,
Though better than a bunch of others?

So go and dance yourself clean,
Go and dance yourself clean, yeah,
You're blowing marxism to pieces,
Their little arguments to pieces,

Show.
It's your show.

Put your little feet down and hang out.
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",

Break me into bigger pieces,
So some of me is home with you,
Wait until the weekend
And we can make our dreams come true

And it's a go,
Yeah it's a go,
But if we wait until the weekend,
We could miss the best things to do,

So go and dance yourself clean,
Gotta dance yourself clean,
Yeah and blow the marxists into pieces
Their little argument to pieces,

Wish you'd try a little harder,
In the tedious march of the few,
Every day a different warning,
There's a part of me hoping it's true

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