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Footloose
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Footloose
Been working so hard
I'm punching my card
Eight hours for what?
Oh, tell me what I got
Been working so hard
I'm punching my card
Eight hours for what?
(For what, for what, for what, for what, for what?)
Been working too damn hard
I'm punching that same card
Eight hours busting my butt
Oh tell me what I got
I got this feeling
That time's just holding me down
I hate this feeling time is holding me down
I'll hit the ceiling
Or else I'll tear up this town
Tonight I gotta cut loose, footloose
Kick off your Sunday shoes
Please, Louise
Pull me offa my knees
Jack, get back
C'mon before we crack
Lose your blues
Everybody cut footloose
You're playing so cool
Obeying every rule
Dig way down in your heart
You're burning, yearning for some
Somebody to tell you
That life ain't passing you by
Life ain't passing me by
I'm trying to tell you
It will if you don't even try
(You can fly, you can fly)
If you'd only cut it loose
Cut footloose (whoa)
Cut footloose (whoa)
Cut footloose
First we've got to turn you around
Second then put your feet on the ground
Third now take a hold of your soul
Ah
Life keeps holding me down
Everybody cut everybody cut
Everybody cut everybody cut
Everybody cut everybody cut
Ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah
Ah ah-ah ah-ah ah-ah
On any Sunday here we'll be
Raising our voices in harmony
One day once our trials have ceased
We will be released
On any Sunday, Lord I pray
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Tell me exactly the words to say
Give me strength and maybe then
I can reach my fellow men
So we all may rise again
Thank you Lord, Amen
Welcome to Bomont
We've only been here two days and already
Chicago seems a million miles away
But we were barely hanging on there
'Specially with my father gone there's
Not too many places we could stay
But maybe Mom could find a job that's steady
And maybe I could stand it for a year
And maybe things won't be so bad
And maybe I won't miss my dad
And maybe we could start a new life here
Ah-ah-ah-ah, start a new life here
Have I done the right thing?
Picking up my life
Packing up the past
That's always fright'ning
Have I done the right thing?
The right thing
The right thing
We strive to do what's right
The right thing
The right thing
Sin is a matter of black and white
There's rumors going 'round about the new kid
And everybody's talking 'til they're blue
'Cause you know how a stranger is
If he's not dumb he's dangerous
But either way at least it's something new
Now I invite you to join my wife Vi and our daughter Ariel
in this morning's convocation
God is love
Follow him and never roam
He has made the stars above
Just to light your way back home
Everybody!
We've only been here two days and already / The right thing, the right thing / God is love
Chicago seems a million miles away / We strive to do what's right / Follow him and
But we were barely hanging on there / The right thing / Ne-
'Specially with my father gone / The right thing / ver
There's not too many places / Sin is a matter of / roam
We could stay / black and white / He has made the
But maybe Mom could find a job that's steady / The right thing, the right thing / stars / There's rumors goin' round about the new kid
And maybe I can stand it for a year / We do the / above / And everybody's talking 'til they're blue
Maybe things won't be so bad / / Just to light your way
And maybe I won't miss my dad / / back
And maybe we can start a new life here / The right thing / home
On any Sunday morning here we'll be
Raising our voices in harmony
Gathering to join the feast
Asking nought but Lord, at least
We pray that one day once our trials have ceased
We will be released
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