Blur - Go Out

<!-- Page Code:Qmx1ciAtiEdviE91dA== --> Uh, uh uh, uh uh uh uh uh, uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh I cannot sing along, dancing with myself We go get a gun, luxury of stuff I'm seedy and the whole, dancing with myself I get into my bed, I do it to myself To the local, to the lo-o-o, I go out To the local, by myself To the local I get into my head, there's nothing to be addressed now
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