Portugal. The Man - Dummy lyrics
[Portugal. The Man - Dummy lyrics]
Duh, duh, duh, duh duh, duh, duh, duh
Duh, duh, doo, duh-duh
Duh, duh-duh, duh-duh-duh, uh
Duh, duh, doo, duh-duh
Duh, duh-duh, duh-duh-duh, aw
My religion is a piano hangin' over my head
'bout to break free and I see it movin'
Gotta pick up the groove and let go
Everyone I know
Is running from the afterlife
These days, they make it sound sweet
If this is the last dance
You can count on me
One, two, three, four
Everybody get on the dance floor
Five, six, seven, eight
It's 4 am and I'm wide awake
One, two, three, four
Everybody get on the dance floor
Five, six, seven, eight
I pray the Lord my soul to take
Duh, duh, doo, duh-duh
Duh, duh-duh, duh-duh-duh, uh
Duh, duh, doo, duh-duh
Duh, duh-duh, duh-duh-duh, aw
Way my phone is ringin'
Paint a tunnel on the wall
Escape before the anvil falls
Gotta keep them movin'
Gotta pick up the groove and let go
Everyone I know
Is running from the afterlife
These days, they make it sound sweet
If this is the last dance
You can count on me
One, two, three, four
Everybody get on the dance floor
Five, six, seven, eight
It's 4 am and I'm wide awake
One, two, three, four
Everybody get on the dance floor
Five, six, seven, eight
I pray the Lord my soul to take
The light is going out
The light in my life is going out
The light is going out
The light in my life is going out
One, two, three, four
Five, six, seven, eight
Gotta pick up the groove and let go
Duh, duh, doo, duh-duh
Duh, duh-duh, duh-duh-duh, uh
Duh, duh, doo, duh-duh
Duh, duh-duh, duh-duh-duh, aw
My religion is a piano hangin' over my head
'bout to break free and I see it movin'
Gotta pick up the groove and let go
Everyone I know
Is running from the afterlife
These days, they make it sound sweet
If this is the last dance
You can count on me
One, two, three, four
Everybody get on the dance floor
Five, six, seven, eight
It's 4 am and I'm wide awake
One, two, three, four
Everybody get on the dance floor
Five, six, seven, eight
I pray the Lord my soul to take
Duh, duh, doo, duh-duh
Duh, duh-duh, duh-duh-duh, uh
Duh, duh, doo, duh-duh
Duh, duh-duh, duh-duh-duh, aw
Way my phone is ringin'
Paint a tunnel on the wall
Escape before the anvil falls
Gotta keep them movin'
Gotta pick up the groove and let go
Everyone I know
Is running from the afterlife
These days, they make it sound sweet
If this is the last dance
You can count on me
One, two, three, four
Everybody get on the dance floor
Five, six, seven, eight
It's 4 am and I'm wide awake
One, two, three, four
Everybody get on the dance floor
Five, six, seven, eight
I pray the Lord my soul to take
The light is going out
The light in my life is going out
The light is going out
The light in my life is going out
One, two, three, four
Five, six, seven, eight
Gotta pick up the groove and let go
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