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                                            Discotheque

                                          You can reach
                                      But you can't grab it
                                   You can hold it, control it
                                      No, you can't bag it

                                          You can push
                                     But you can't direct it
                                  Circulate, regulate, oh no
                                     You cannot connect it

                             You know you're chewing bubblegum
                                    You know what that is
                                    But you still want some
                                  You just can't get enough
                                  Of that lovie dovie stuff

                                     You get confused
                                     But you know it
                            Yeah, you hurt for it, work for it, love
                                    You don't always show it

                                             Let's go
                                            Let's go
                                            Let's go
                                            Discotheque

                                             Let's go
                                             Let's go
                                             Discotheque

                                      You're looking for the one
                             But you know you're somewhere else instead
                                       You want to be the song
                               Be the song that you hear in your head

                                           Love...Love...
                                           Love...Love...
                                              Love...

                                           It's not a trick
                                      'Cause you can't learn it
                             It's the way you don't pay, that's okay
                                      'Cause you can't earn it

                               You know you're chewing bubblegum
                                      You know what that is
                                     But you still want some
                                   You just can't get enough
                                   Of that lovie dovie stuff

                                           Let's go
                                           Let's go
                                        Discotheque
                                           Go go
                                          Go go
                                       Discotheque

                                You're looking for the one
                       But you know you're somewhere else instead
                                 You want to be the song
                         Be the song that you hear in your head

                                           Love...
                             (You want heaven in your heart)
                                   (Heaven in your heart)
                            (The sun, the moon, and the stars)

                             But you take what you can get
                           'Cause it's all that you can find
                        But you know there's something more
                               Tonight, tonight, tonight

                                        Ha...ha...
                                        Ha...ha...
                                        Ha...ha...
                                          Ha...

                           (Boom Cha) (Boom Cha) Discotheque
                            (I can't get, I can't, not enough)
                          (Boom Cha) (Boom Cha) Discotheque
                            (I can't get, I can't, not enough)
                         (Boom Cha) (Boom Cha) Discotheque
                          (I can't get, I can't, not enough)
                         (Boom Cha) (Boom Cha) Discotheque
                           (I can't get, I can't, not enough)
                         (Boom Cha) (Boom Cha) Discotheque
                         (Boom Cha) (Boom Cha) Discotheque

                                           ---

                                   Do You Feel Loved

                        Take these hands they're good for nothing
                        You know these hands never worked a day
                         Take these boots they're going nowhere
                       You know these boots don't want to stray

                          You got my head filled with songs
                            You got my shoelaces undone
                         Take my shirt, go on take it off me
                                You can tear it up
                              If you can tie me down

                                    Do you feel loved
                                    Do you feel loved
                                    Do you feel loved
                                   Do you feel loved

                           Take the colours of my imagination
                           Take the scent hanging in the air
                          Take this tangle of a conversation
                          And turn it into your own prayer

                          With my fingers as you want them
                          With my nails under your hide
                            With my teeth at your back
                       And my tongue to tell you the sweetest lies

                                  Do you feel loved
                                  Do you feel loved
                                  Do you feel loved
                               And it looks like the sun
                               But it feels like the rain

                         Love's a bully pushing and shoving
                               In the belly of a woman
                             Heavy rhythm taking over
                                 To stick together
                               A man and a woman
                                   Stick together
                                Man and woman
                                   Stick together...

                                    And I feel loved
                                   Do you feel loved
                                   Do you feel loved
                                And it looks like the sun
                                 But it feels like the rain
                               And there's heat in the sun
                               To see us through the rain

                                   Do you feel loved
                                   Do you feel loved
                                    Do you feel...
                                    Do you feel...

                                          ---

                                         Mofo

                          Looking for to save my save my soul
                       Looking in the places where no flowers grow
                         Looking for to fill that God shaped hole
                     Mother...mother sucking rock and roll (Mother...)

                      Holy dunc, spacejunk coming in for the splash