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Bedsitter (Manhattan Clique Remix)

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Do you look a mess?
Do you have a hangover?
Did you overdo the lemonade?
Cut short on the soda?
Did you do that dance the doctor told you that you shouldn't do?
But you're only young,
you should do that dance twice over.
I know it's pretty early,
but you still look great.
Just ready for the beauty that the makeup will create.
Take a little blusher, take a little paint.
Put on the silver dress,
the one that makes the young boys faint.
I'm sitting on my bed and I'm looking at the time.
Have a cup of coffee and you're feeling fine.
Put on that new record that you bought the other day.
The words will make you smile,
you can dance the dust away.
Make your single bed and push the tea leaves down the drain.
Take a long deep breath and start the night light over again.
Sunday morning going slow,
I'm talking to the radio.
Clothes and records on the floor, the
memories of the night before.
Out in club lands having fun and now I'm hiding from the sun.
Waiting for a visitor though,
no one knows I'm here for sure.
I think it's time to cook a meal to fill the emptiness I feel.
Spend my money going out,
I've nothing in I'm left without.
Clean my teeth and comb my hair and look for something new to wear.
Start the night life over again and kid myself I'm having fun.
I look out from my window view,
there's really nothing else to do.
Read a book,
write a letter,
mother things are getting better.
Watch the mirror,
count the lines,
the battle scars of all the good times.
Look around and I can see a thousand people just like me.
Just like me.
Dancing,
laughing,
drinking,
loving.
And now I'm all alone in Bedsteadland,
my only home.
Dancing,
laughing,
drinking, loving.
And now I'm all alone in Bedsteadland,
my only home.
Dancing,
laughing,
drinking, loving.
I'm waiting for something.
I'm only passing time.
And now I'm all alone and I don't care and I don't care.
And I'm waiting for something.
I'm only passing time.
And now I'm all alone and I don't care and I don't care.
Cause I'm waiting for something.
I'm only passing time.
And now I'm all alone and I don't care and I don't care.
I don't care.
I don't care.
I'm only passing time.
Dancing,
laughing,
drinking,
loving.
Dancing,
laughing,
drinking, loving.

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