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<lyrics>
A voice like honey, no one else could fill his shoes
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A voice like honey, no-one else could fill his shoes
 
The time and the weather, the headlines and the local news
 
The time and the weather, the headlines and the local news
 
He lays it down with perfection and grace
 
He lays it down with perfection and grace
He’s done by noon, he goes home to his place
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Done by noon, he goes home to his place
 
Where he sleeps and he waits for the night
 
Where he sleeps and he waits for the night
  
 
Just before midnight he gets up, gets out of bed
 
Just before midnight he gets up, gets out of bed
 
A can of Red Bull, a tab of X to clear his head
 
A can of Red Bull, a tab of X to clear his head
He shoots his cuffs, now he’s headed downtown
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He shoots his cuffs, now he's headed downtown
 
Picks up one life, puts another one down
 
Picks up one life, puts another one down
And his body hums and the music’s playing
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And his body hums and the music's playing
  
 
Dance, Soterios Johnson, dance
 
Dance, Soterios Johnson, dance
It’s a cold world, nobody understands
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It's a cold world, nobody understands
The feeling you can’t keep inside
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The feeling you can't keep inside
 
Go, Soterios Johnson, go
 
Go, Soterios Johnson, go
 
All the club kids are watching your glowstick glow
 
All the club kids are watching your glowstick glow
With the light of a truth you can’t hide
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With the light of a truth you can't hide
 
That the news is the news, but the dance goes on forever
 
That the news is the news, but the dance goes on forever
  
 
He shimmies his shoulders, undulates his slender hips
 
He shimmies his shoulders, undulates his slender hips
 
Arms akimbo, Jaggeresque, he pouts his lips
 
Arms akimbo, Jaggeresque, he pouts his lips
A crowd has formed, they are gathering round
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A circle forms, everybody comes round
 
Just to hear the incredible sound
 
Just to hear the incredible sound
 
Of a genius smashing expectations
 
Of a genius smashing expectations
  
 
Dance, Soterios Johnson, dance
 
Dance, Soterios Johnson, dance
It’s a cold world, nobody understands
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It's a cold world, nobody understands
The feeling you can’t keep inside
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The feeling you can't keep inside
 
Go, Soterios Johnson, go
 
Go, Soterios Johnson, go
 
All the club kids are watching your glowstick glow
 
All the club kids are watching your glowstick glow
With the light of a truth you can’t hide
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With the light of a truth you can't hide
 
That the news is the news, but the dance goes on forever
 
That the news is the news, but the dance goes on forever
  
He’s dancing, he’s a machine
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He's dancing, he's a machine
Like no one, that they’ve ever seen
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Like no-one, that they've ever seen
He’s flying, he’s living a dream
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He's flying, he's living a dream
  
The magic fades as the sun comes up, it’s time he goes
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The magic fades as the sun comes up, it's time he goes
A hand on his shoulder, he turns around: it’s Teri Gross
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A hand on his shoulder, he turns around: it's Terry Gross
 
He takes her hand, spins her body just so
 
He takes her hand, spins her body just so
He holds her close, they will never let go
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He holds her close, he will never let go
 
As the room explodes, they dance like angels
 
As the room explodes, they dance like angels
  
 
Dance, Soterios Johnson, dance
 
Dance, Soterios Johnson, dance
It’s a cold world, nobody understands
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It's a cold world, nobody understands
The feeling you can’t keep inside
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The feeling you can't keep inside
 
Go, Soterios Johnson, go
 
Go, Soterios Johnson, go
 
All the club kids are watching your glowstick glow
 
All the club kids are watching your glowstick glow
With the light of a truth you can’t hide
+
With the light of a truth you can't hide
That the news is the news, but the dance goes on forever
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That the news is the news, but the dance goes on
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The news is the news, but the dance goes on
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The news is the news, but the dance goes on forever
 
</lyrics>
 
</lyrics>
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== Demo ==
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The demo version of [[Dance, Soterios Johnson, Dance]], features different lyrics to the last verse and also minor variations occur in the second and third verses, respectively:
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{|border=1|
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! Demo
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! [[Thing a Week]]
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|-
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|<lyrics>Just before midnight he wakes up, gets out of bed</lyrics>
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|<lyrics>Just before midnight he gets up, gets out of bed </lyrics>
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|-
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|<lyrics>It's a feeling you can't keep inside</lyrics>
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|<lyrics>The feeling you can't keep inside</lyrics>
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|-
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|<lyrics>A crowd is formed, they are gathering round</lyrics>
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|<lyrics>A circle forms, everybody comes round</lyrics>
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|-
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| <lyrics>The magic fades as the sun comes up, it's time he goes
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Takes a quick shower and shaves, puts on office clothes
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He hails a cab in the early gray dawn
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He gets to work, turns his microphone on
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And his dulcet tones wake up this city</lyrics>
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| <lyrics>The magic fades as the sun comes up, it's time he goes
 +
A hand on his shoulder, he turns around: it's Terry Gross
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He takes her hand, spins her body just so
 +
He holds her close, they will never let go
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As the room explodes, they dance like angels</lyrics>
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|}

Latest revision as of 19:06, 5 December 2011




A voice like honey, no-one else could fill his shoes
The time and the weather, the headlines and the local news
He lays it down with perfection and grace
Done by noon, he goes home to his place
Where he sleeps and he waits for the night

Just before midnight he gets up, gets out of bed
A can of Red Bull, a tab of X to clear his head
He shoots his cuffs, now he's headed downtown
Picks up one life, puts another one down
And his body hums and the music's playing

Dance, Soterios Johnson, dance
It's a cold world, nobody understands
The feeling you can't keep inside
Go, Soterios Johnson, go
All the club kids are watching your glowstick glow
With the light of a truth you can't hide
That the news is the news, but the dance goes on forever

He shimmies his shoulders, undulates his slender hips
Arms akimbo, Jaggeresque, he pouts his lips
A circle forms, everybody comes round
Just to hear the incredible sound
Of a genius smashing expectations

Dance, Soterios Johnson, dance
It's a cold world, nobody understands
The feeling you can't keep inside
Go, Soterios Johnson, go
All the club kids are watching your glowstick glow
With the light of a truth you can't hide
That the news is the news, but the dance goes on forever

He's dancing, he's a machine
Like no-one, that they've ever seen
He's flying, he's living a dream

The magic fades as the sun comes up, it's time he goes
A hand on his shoulder, he turns around: it's Terry Gross
He takes her hand, spins her body just so
He holds her close, he will never let go
As the room explodes, they dance like angels

Dance, Soterios Johnson, dance
It's a cold world, nobody understands
The feeling you can't keep inside
Go, Soterios Johnson, go
All the club kids are watching your glowstick glow
With the light of a truth you can't hide
That the news is the news, but the dance goes on
The news is the news, but the dance goes on
The news is the news, but the dance goes on forever

Demo[edit]

The demo version of Dance, Soterios Johnson, Dance, features different lyrics to the last verse and also minor variations occur in the second and third verses, respectively:

Demo Thing a Week
Just before midnight he wakes up, gets out of bed Just before midnight he gets up, gets out of bed
It's a feeling you can't keep inside The feeling you can't keep inside
A crowd is formed, they are gathering round A circle forms, everybody comes round
The magic fades as the sun comes up, it's time he goes
Takes a quick shower and shaves, puts on office clothes
He hails a cab in the early gray dawn
He gets to work, turns his microphone on
And his dulcet tones wake up this city
The magic fades as the sun comes up, it's time he goes
A hand on his shoulder, he turns around: it's Terry Gross
He takes her hand, spins her body just so
He holds her close, they will never let go
As the room explodes, they dance like angels