LCD Soundsystem - Dance Yrself Clean

LRC by lzh, from jiangxi pingxiang

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Walking up to me expecting

Walking up to me expecting words

It happens all the time

Present company accepted

Present company except the worst

It happens every night

Ah-ahh

Present company

Excluded every time

Ah-ahh

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-ahh

Present company

Excluded in every way

Ah-ahh

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-ahh

Present company

Excluded in the night

Ah-ahh

Present company

Included in the fight

Ah-ahh

Ah-ahh

Ah-ahh

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 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

Go and dance yourself clean

You're blowing Marxism to pieces

Baby, they're arguments, the pieces

It's your show

It's your show

It's your show

It's your show

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

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

And if we wait until the weekend

We can miss the best thing to do

Go and dance yourself clean

Go and dance yourself clean

You're blowing Marxism to pieces

Maybe they're arguments, the pieces

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