| For every time you pick up old dances
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| And spit them with the strength of a gun
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| I will follow your eyes as they move like to your dancers
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| Dancing away from the raging sun
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| The beat’s down on the burden of lost chances
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| That you carry around like the only one
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| Amounts a taste of rain from the ground
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| From looking for gold that couldn’t be found
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| And why do you need to lie?
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| With the look in your super 8 eyes
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| We lay for a minute in the night
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| It’s all lies, lies, lies
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| I’m still there in your super eight eyes
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| For every time we meet up in old spaces
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| Singing life got heavy but we’re over it now
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| I will follow your eyes as they move as if racing
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| From million ways you could have me now
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| And why do you need to lie?
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| With the look in your super 8 eyes
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| We lay for a minute in the night
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| It’s all lies, lies, lies
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| I’m still there in your super eight eyes |