| I feel watched and worth the sight
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| Living for the looking for
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| I feel touched and worth the weight
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| But I won’t wait for long
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| So if you stand right by my sides
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| I’ll show you what I’m looking for
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| You have to stand right in my sights
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| I won’t wait for long
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| In the days I’m looking back upon
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| I’m bouncing from the buzz I’m on
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| But it’s just a heartbeat
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| It won’t be for long
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| And I’ve made myself the victorious one
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| And I’m bouncing from the buzz I’m on
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| But it’s just a heartbeat
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| It won’t be for long
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| So it was late one night one year
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| I saw what I was looking for
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| It was late one night one year
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| Through African lawns
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| I saw the leopard in its cloak
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| Walking through the underground
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| And from that and the days on I had the world
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| In the days I’m looking back upon
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| I’m bouncing from the buzz I’m on
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| But it’s just a heartbeat
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| It won’t be for long
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| And I’ve made myself the victorious one
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| And I’m bouncing from the buzz I’m on
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| But it’s just a heartbeat
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| It won’t be for long |