| It’s a comfortable sound
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| The passing cars that calm our bodies down
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| In this little town
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| We’ll fade into summer’s new background
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| So we’ll take this cup tonight
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| This chosen life
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| We’ll dance and dance in perfect time
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| Our hiding dreams
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| Are silhouettes that take us in our sleep
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| So if what we have is real
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| How should this feel?
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| Just dance and dance
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| Tell me, tell me, can you tell me
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| That the page will turn itself
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| And take us somewhere else?
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| Tell me, tell me, can you tell me
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| That the page will turn itself
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| And take us somewhere else?
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| Tell me, tell me, can you tell me
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| That the page will turn itself
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| And take us somewhere else?
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| Tell me, tell me, can you tell me
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| That the page will turn itself
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| And take us somewhere else?
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| It’s a turning key
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| When two are one, they set each other free |