| They’re cleaning up the confetti
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| It’s an empty room
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| Plastic cups in the corner
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| Many times you have carried me
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| Higher up than I could reach
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| But this time you’re on my shoulders
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| And while there’s something to talk about
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| And while there’s something to say:
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| I promise you
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| I won’t be gone
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| On the day that the dance is over-
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| I will be your song
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| Keep holding on
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| On the day that the dance is over
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| I will be your song
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| You can put away your costume
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| You can be yourself
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| There is nothing to be scared of
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| They can turn all the lights out
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| Leave us standing in the dark
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| But I’m not going anywhere, love
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| And while there’s something to talk about
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| And while there’s something to say:
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| I promise you
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| I won’t be gone
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| On the day that the dance is over-
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| I will be your song
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| Keep holding on
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| On the day that the dance is over
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| I will be your song
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| I know the party is over
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| I know that all good things must end
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| But I believe there is music in the silence
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| And while there’s something to talk about
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| And while there’s something to say:
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| I promise you
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| That I won’t be gone
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| On the day that the dance is over-
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| I will be your song
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| Keep holding on
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| On the day that the dance is over
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| I will be your song |