| It was the last train to Mashville, girl, you got onboard
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| Packed up your medicines, left without a word
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| Strung-out in suburbia, waiting for that call
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| You chill out by yourself behind closed doors
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| You lost the plot again, where you are now ain’t clear
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| It’s a misty morning memory, the road that took you here
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| Special K keeps the chills away in your broken basement room
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| Staring at the walls, sharing your score with no one
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| And you don’t dance to techno anymore
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| I don’t see you under the strobe light on the dancefloor
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| It’s been a while since I saw your ultraviolet smile
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| You don’t dance to techno anymore
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| You don’t dance to techno anymore
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| You don’t dance to techno anymore
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| You don’t dance to techno
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| So sad since you let it go
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| You don’t dance to techno anymore
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| The 808 and the 303
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| Ain’t the friends they used to be
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| You’ve got no time for a rollin' 909
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| You said goodbye to Chicago
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| And Detroit City, Lord, you let her go
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| And you ain’t on the guestlist on a Saturday night
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| And you don’t dance to techno anymore
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| I don’t see you under the strobe light on the dancefloor
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| It’s been a while since I saw your ultraviolet smile
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| You don’t dance to techno anymore
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| You don’t dance to techno anymore— Lord above—
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| You don’t dance to techno anymore
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| You don’t dance to techno
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| So sad since you let it go
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| You don’t dance to techno anymore
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| You don’t dance to techno
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| Hip-hop or electro
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| You don’t dance to techno anymore
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| You don’t dance to techno anymore |