| In your room I would lie
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| Until the sunlight slides up and off your wall
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| And fades incrementally into the night
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| That follows you relentlessly
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| In your room in your room
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| In your room in your room
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| In your room in your room
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| In your room
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| In your room I assume
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| Your dimensions would be second to none
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| When voices sang or dancers swayed
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| No standing wave could interfere
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| Your senses would be crystal clear
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| In your room in your room
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| In your room in your room
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| In your room in your room
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| In your room
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| In your room I would lie
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| Until the sunlight slid up and off your wall
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| And faded incrementally into the night
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| That follows you relentlessly
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| In your room in your room
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| In your room in your room
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| In your room in your room
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| In your room
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| In your room in your room
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| In your room in your room
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| In your room in your room
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| In your room
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| In your room in your room
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| In your room in your room
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| In your room in your room
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| In your room |