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Harry Truman, Doris Day, Red China, Johnnie Ray.
We are young. Heartache to heartache we stand. No promises, no demands.
I'm never gonna dance again, guilty feet have got no rhythm.
Can't you see me standing here, I've got my back against the record machine.
You could have a steam train, if you'd just lay down your tracks.
Your moves are so raw, I've got to let you know.
It must have been cold there in my shadow.
Sleight of hand and twist of fate.
Animals strike curious poses.
It's too late when we die, to admit we don't see eye to eye.
The book of love will open up and let us in.
Is it me you're looking for?
Yes I swear it's the truth and I owe it all to you.
Look at the way we gotta hide what we're doing.
Let 'em say we're crazy. I don't care about that.
We are undercover passion on the run.
If I see you next to never, how can we say forever?
We're no strangers to love; you know the rules and so do I.
Won't you come out and play with me?
When I'm feeling blue, all I have to do is take a look at you.
Because it ain't no joy, for an uptown boy. Whose teacher has told him goodbye...
Here's a little song I wrote, you might want to sing it note for note.
Wherever you go, I'll be with you.
I'd fall down on my knees and kiss the ground that you walk on if I could just hold you again.
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