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Parrish is dancing, his feet are a bIur
Comes to a standstill,
I ask him a question
He doesn't hear
Wurlitzer jukebox

Fingers are pointed in my direction
Words fly around me,
everyone's chanting
Parrish is dancing, his feet are a bIur   Comes to a standstill,   I ask him a question   He doesn't hear   Wurlitzer jukebox       Fingers are pointed in my direction   Words fly around me,   everyone's chanting