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Been working so hard | I'm punching my card | Eight hours, for what?
Been working so hard I'm punching my card Eight hours, for what? Oh, tell me what I got I've got this feeling That time's just holding me down I'll hit the ceiling Or else I'll tear up this town So now I gotta cut loose Footloose Kick off the Sunday shoes Please, Louise Pull me off of my knees Jack, get back Come on before we crack Lose your blues Everybody cut footloose You're playing so cool Obeying every rule Deep way down in your heart You're burning, yearning for some Somebody to tell you That life ain't passing you by I'm trying to tell you It will if you don't even try You'll get by if you'd only Cut loose Footloose Kick off the Sunday shoes Ooh-wee, Marie Shake it, shake it for me Whoa, Milo Come on, come on, let's go Lose your blues Everybody cut footloose Yeah, ooh-oh-oh (Cut footloose) Yeah, ooh-oh-oh (Cut footloose) Yeah, ooh-oh-oh (Cut footloose) Ooh (First) you've got to turn me around (Second) and put your feet on the ground (Third) gotta take the hold of all (Four) I'm turning it loose Footloose Kick off the Sunday shoes Please, Louise Pull me off of my knees Jack, get back Come on before we crack Lose your blues Everybody cut footloose (Footloose) Footloose (Footloose) Kick off the Sunday shoes (c'mon, girl) Please, Louise Pull me off of my knees Jack, get back Come on before we crack Lose your blues Everybody cut, everybody cut Everybody cut, everybody cut Everybody cut, everybody cut (Everybody) Everybody cut footloose!
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