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Gotta go out to a bar just to find it Somewhere between the back room and the pool table I couldn't find it in the last place I saw it, huh Somewhere between my dreams and the fruit machine I’m out looking to feed my hungry ego And I don't see it as wrong as long as you don't And all this sitting at home has got me down Strut Strut I’m about to make my bid for freedom Leave my doubts at home 'cause I don't need 'em Extra special, extra weird, extraverted Nuns are lining the block to be converted Strut Strut Strut Strut Strut From Letras Mania