Hello big city full of noise
There must be a lot of choice
What a joy
Oh boy
Where are you?
Your car is parked in every street
Your name is written on the license plates
What a treat
I repeat
Where are you?
everything I do
everything I do
I think of you
Left my heart open unaware
You had time to build a house in there
I gave you tools
And money too
I'm a fool
And now you talk to me from inside
You wake me up in the middle of the night
So ashamed
I hear your name
Nothing new
everything I do
everything I do
I think of you
I could have been a dancer
I wasted so many Friday nights
I could have been a dancer
I wasted so many Saturday nights
This could have been the answer
I should have danced my head off all those weekends instead of renting movies with you
everything I do
everything I do
I think of you

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