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Not A DJ

This song is by Turboweekend and appears on the album Night Shift (2007).


I live alone, I sleep alone
I cook for one if I cook at all
I sometimes follow conversations through the wall
You ride a bike, you ride a bus
You take the train if you're going far
You sometimes follow conversations in the bar
Oh we could be celebrity
I'm not a DJ but I'm in a band
You're not a model but you know how to take a stand

Clap hands, clap hands till your palms are burning
Let's dance, let's dance my feet are learning
New steps, new strides the tables are turning around (around)
Pull the sky to the ground

Clap hands, clap hands till your palms are burning
Let's dance, let's dance my feet are learning
New steps, new strides the tables are turning around (around)
Pull the sky to the ground

The night is young, but the story's old
Your love is king till it lies in the pit
Good sex is a slipper of glass - most feet don't fit
We sleep around, we live unbound
We like to come and we like to leave
If staying means to deceive or be deceived
But I'm working out for the strength to bend
All my desires in the same direction
I'm scrubbing hard for a speckless reflection

Clap hands, clap hands till your palms are burning
Let's dance, let's dance my feet are learning
New steps, new strides the tables are turning around (around)
Pull the sky to the ground

Clap hands, clap hands till your palms are burning
Let's dance, let's dance my feet are learning
New steps, new strides the tables are turning around (around)
Pull the sky to the ground

Hey razor-tongue my ears are bleeding
Hey red-eyed love is that the sun in your eyes
And has it come to dry out all the lies
I dream alone, I die alone
I wake up empty and I live again
I need a regular lover
Not a part-time friend

Come on!

Clap hands, clap hands till your palms are burning
Let's dance, let's dance my feet are learning
New steps, new strides the tables are turning around (around)
Pull the sky to the ground

Clap hands, clap hands till your palms are burning
Let's dance, let's dance my feet are learning
New steps, new strides the tables are turning around (around)
Pull the sky to the ground

Clap hands, clap hands till your palms are burning
Let's dance, let's dance my feet are learning
New steps, new strides the tables are turning around (around)
Pull the sky to the ground

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