Tekster: Blur. Think Tank. On The Way To The Club.

And on the way to the club
I fell down a hole
all the people there
said you come along(?)

and I, I just wanna be, Darling' with you
the music's made that way,
my eyes are blue there's nothing I can't do

So I stayed in the club
Just rewarding myself
happiness, it turned into something else

and I just wanna be, darling, with you
the music's made that way,
My eyes are blue there's nothing I can do

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(skip)