| There’s Heaven, then there’s somewhere else
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| And those that fall between
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| The cracks and land upon their feet
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| With the rhythm of the King
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| But most they sway from side to side
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| Just to keep the story lit
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| And guide the rest across the rooms
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| The borders and the lines
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| I don’t need you
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| Like you don’t need me
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| Someone can wish you everything
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| Then take all that he gives
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| And tie a rope around the neck
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| Of the promises he gave
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| The time he takes to twist his lies
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| Just to keep his story lit
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| And you wish you would have bit your lip
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| Then followed him to sleep
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| I don’t need you
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| Like you don’t need me
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| There’s Heaven, then there’s somewhere else
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| And those that fall between
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| The cracks and land upon their feet
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| With the rhythm of the King
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| Me, I sway from side to side
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| Just to keep this story lit
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| And hold your hand across the rooms
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| The borders and the lines
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| I don’t need you
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| Like you don’t need me
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| You don’t need me |