Damn disco, damn damn disco
1, 2, 3, 4
Damn disco, damn damn disco

When I get home at night
I look into the hallway mirror
And I’m looking at you

I can’t escape your face
I see reflections in the water
And I’m looking at you

And still I try to get by
And I know I’ll die looking at you

There is a hollow in the bed
Where you last slept
I took a picture
Are you laughing at me

I scratched your records dear
And threw them in the nearest river
Are you laughing at me

And still I try to get by
But I know I’ll die looking at you

Now I hear laughter
And no more pain inside
But sometimes I wonder
Whose blind eyes
Are gazing at you

If fame and fortune come
I’ll be looking forward to the future
And not waiting for you

Somewhere a dizzy blonde
Is staring into her cold coffee
I bet she’s looking at you

And still I try to get by
But I know I’ll die looking at you

Still I try to put you out of mind
But I know I’ll die looking at you

I was looking for you
Now I’m looking at you

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