| These hands are like strangers in the wind
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| These eyes float in the breeze
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| These hands are like strangers in the wind
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| This voice calling to me
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| These hands are like strangers in the wind
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| These eyes float in the breeze
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| Run to the lights of the city
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| These moments pass and we’ll be there
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| (And she looks good) Run to the lights of the city
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| (And she looks good) This dance will last us forever, forever
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| (You could stay for what you came here for
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| A daze is what you’re falling for
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| You could stay for what you came here for
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| A daze is what you’re falling for
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| You could stay for what you came here for
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| A daze is what you’re falling for
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| You could stay for what you came here for
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| A daze is what you’re falling for)
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| Run to the lights of the city
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| These moments pass and we’ll be there
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| (And she looks good) Run to the lights of the city
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| (And she looks good) This dance will last us forever, forever |