| It’s like you took the giant Christmas tree
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| At rockafella center and
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| You spread it paper thin
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| But you were careful not to break a bulb
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| And then you mirrored it a million fold
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| To shine
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| And shine
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| And shine along
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| And there’s a tap on my knee
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| Bring up your seat back please, she says
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| But I know she means
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| If you feel like dancing
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| Dance with me
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| Some of the lights below
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| Shine directly on the people I know
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| Their lives take such strange shapes
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| But how together they appear from above
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| I guess that could be love
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| My friends
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| My friends
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| I’m coming home
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| And then the captain speaks
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| It’s clear and 44 degrees
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| But I know he means
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| If you feel like dancing
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| Dance with me
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| But I been out past the lights
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| Where the jagged black begins
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| I let my heels sink in the sand
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| And the ocean sucked it’s teeth
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| And the cold cuts through my feet
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| And stretched out on and on and on
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| How disconnected I can feel on the ground
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| It’s like I’m shining all alone
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| And I don’t wanna be
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| So
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| Before I go to bed tonight
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| I’ll signal up to the passing flight
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| Hit the lights
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| The lights
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| The lights
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| The lights
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| And now the man in the middle seat
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| Recites the times tables audibly
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| But I know he means
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| If you feel like dancing
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| Dance with me
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| If you feel like dancing
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| Dance with me
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| And now the man in the middle seat
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| Recites the times tables audibly
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| But I know he means
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| If you feel like dancing
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| Dance with me
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| If you feel like dancing
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| Dance with me |