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Format – The Compromise lyrics
You, you think it's cool to be crazy,
I say "you're born rich? stay rich."
There's no point in taking chances.
And me, I wouldn't call it a sophomore slump
No, I'd say I'm one step closer to bein' just where I want to be.
Away from this scene,
Away from this machine
Alright!
Meet me in the middle
Well, come on, let's make up a dance
And we'll agree to call it the compromise.
Step one:
Find a partner, grab a pen
And don't you dare ask questions just sign on the dotted line.
Step two:
Throw your partner behind a desk
Where they'll do absolutely nothing
So it's your job to dance and smile
The whole time.
Well don't call it a trend,
'Cause it's the only way we think to get ahead.
Meet me in the middle
Well, come on, let's make up a dance
And we'll agree to call it the compromise.
There's no sense in complaining.
It doesn't change our minds.
Take me by the hand let's compromise.
I can feel your feet touching mine.
If you can't dance, there's someone else in line.
I can feel your feet touching mine.
If you can't dance, there's someone else in line!
Meet me in the middle
Well, come on, let's make up a dance
And we'll agree to call it the compromise.
There's no sense in complaining.
It doesn't change our minds.
Take me by the hand let's compromise.
Alright! Alright!
I say "you're born rich? stay rich."
There's no point in taking chances.
And me, I wouldn't call it a sophomore slump
No, I'd say I'm one step closer to bein' just where I want to be.
Away from this scene,
Away from this machine
Alright!
Meet me in the middle
Well, come on, let's make up a dance
And we'll agree to call it the compromise.
Step one:
Find a partner, grab a pen
And don't you dare ask questions just sign on the dotted line.
Step two:
Throw your partner behind a desk
Where they'll do absolutely nothing
So it's your job to dance and smile
The whole time.
Well don't call it a trend,
'Cause it's the only way we think to get ahead.
Meet me in the middle
Well, come on, let's make up a dance
And we'll agree to call it the compromise.
There's no sense in complaining.
It doesn't change our minds.
Take me by the hand let's compromise.
I can feel your feet touching mine.
If you can't dance, there's someone else in line.
I can feel your feet touching mine.
If you can't dance, there's someone else in line!
Meet me in the middle
Well, come on, let's make up a dance
And we'll agree to call it the compromise.
There's no sense in complaining.
It doesn't change our minds.
Take me by the hand let's compromise.
Alright! Alright!
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