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My religion is A piano hanging over, am I about to break free And I see it moving 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 four a.m. 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 Way my phone is ringing Paint a tunnel on the wall, escape before the anvil falls Gotta keep them moving 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 four a.m. 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
Writer(s): Asa Taccone, John Baldwin Gourley, Zachary Scott Carothers, Jason Wade Sechrist, Kyle O'quin, Eric Andrew Howk, Zoe Manville Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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