| Motus takes out all the drags for dancin'
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| With the rain they look disgusting
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| I’m feeling nauseous as they hold my hand
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| I’ve been crouching since the morning
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| But what I have left baby
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| What gave me hope lately
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| Are weathering fires when I’m dancing
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| Now I’ve got to have some patience
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| With the rhythm then you get strong
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| Fever asks for undisclosed believes
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| Your arms wide open can’t be wrong
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| Cause what I have left baby
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| What gave me hope lately
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| Are heavy collapses when I’m dancing
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| And as I shake my crumbled bones
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| I’m safe and holy, safe and holy
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| I lend my name not to be lame,
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| To swim
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| Away from me and from my eyes
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| That mock and judge me, mock and judge me
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| That always drown childs of my own
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| My desires
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| My desires…
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| As I dance I’m safe and holy
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| As I dance I’m safe and holy
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| And as I shake my crumbled bones
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| I’m safe and holy, safe and holy
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| I lend my name not to be lame,
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| To swim
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| Away from me and from my eyes
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| That mock and judge me, mock and judge me
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| That always drown childs of my own
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| My desires |