| Steady hands reach out to you from all over the world
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| You wanna go where the traffic moves so slow
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| Lost in the wilderness of your imagination
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| Looking for a heart that’s beating just for you
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| Hidden away somewhere, waiting for you
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| And just when you find what you’ve been dreaming of
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| There will be dust in the circuits x4
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| Of love
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| Long nights in work mode, mornings in shambles
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| And ironically, you’re a current thing connection
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| Always have of the loop, never mind the network
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| Trying to be someone that would appeal to you
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| Basically, your priority is you
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| And just when you find what you’ve been dreaming of
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| There will be dust in the circuits x4
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| Of love
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| Days, months and years go by with little or no action
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| Certainly there’s a spark worth the question mark
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| Dreams are electric and so is your new lover
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| For the torn he’s a sowing machine
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| Yours to leave another lining between
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| And just when you find what you’ve been dreaming of
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| There will be dust in the circuits x4
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| Of love |