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The History of Rock, Volume Seven
Disc 1
01. Stay
02. Just One Look
03. Here I Go Again
04. I'm Alive
05. Look Through Any Window
06. I Can't Let Go
07. Bus Stop
08. Stop Stop Stop
09. On a Carousel
10. Carrie-Anne
11. Sweets for My Sweet
12. Sugar and Spice
13. Needles and Pins
14. Don't Throw Your Love Away
15. Someday We're Gonna Love Again
16. When You Walk in the Room
17. Farmer John
18. What Have They Done to the Rain
19. Goodbye My Love
20. Take Me for What I'm Worth
Disc 2
01. You Really Got Me
02. All Day and All of the Night
03. Tired of Waiting
04. Dedicated Follower of Fashion
05. Sunny Afternoon
06. Dead End Street
07. Waterloo Sunset
08. Autumn Almanac
09. Days
10. Lola
11. Why Should We Not
12. Sack O' Woe
13. The One in the Middle
14. 5-4-3-2-1
15. Stormy Monday Blues
16. Oh No Not My Baby
17. Pretty Flamingo
18. Do Wah Diddy Diddy
19. Sha La La
20. If You Gotta Go, Go Now
See the girl with cymbals on her fingers
Entering through the door
Ruby glistening from her navel
Shimmering around the floor

Bells on feet go ting a-ling a-linging
Going through my head
Sweat is falling just-a-like-a tear drops
Running from her head

Now she's dancing, going through the movements
Swaying to and fro
Body moving, bringing back a memory
Thoughts of long ago

Blood is rushing, temperature is rising
Sweating from my brow
Like a snake, her body fascinates me
I can't look away now

Stop, stop, stop all the dancing
Give me time to breathe
Stop, stop, stop all the dancing
Or I'll have to leave

Now, she's moving all around the tables
Luring all in sight
But I know that she cannot see me
Hidden by the light

Closer, closer, she is getting nearer
Soon she'll be in reach
As I enter into a spotlight
She stands lost for speech

Stop, stop, stop all the dancing
Give me time to breathe
Stop, stop, stop all the dancing
Or I'll have to leave

Stop, stop, stop all the dancing
Give me time to breathe
Stop, stop, stop all the dancing
Or I'll have to leave

Now I hold her, people are staring
Don't know what to think
And we struggle knocking over tables
Spilling all the drinks

Can't they understand that I want her?
Happens every week
Heavy hand upon my collar
Throws me in the street

Stop, stop, stop all the dancing
Give me time to breathe
Stop, stop, stop all the dancing
Or I'll have to leave