Intro: ( -A) x3
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I been working so hard keep punching my card eight hours for what?
oh, tell me what I got I get this feeling that time's just holding me down
I'll hit the ceiling or else I'll tear up this town tonight I gotta cut
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Loose, footloose kick off your Sunday shoes please, Louise pull me offa my knees jack
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get back C'mon before we crack lose your blues everybody cut footloose
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You're playing so cool obeying every rule dig way down in your heart
you're yearning burning for some somebody to tell you that life ain't passing your by
I'm trying to tell you It will if you don't even try
you can fly if you'd only cut
(Coro) hasta el final