| I still remember when
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| I first watched him work the blade
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| It was down in the Buckney den
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| My questions tumbled and he said
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| Oh this is not a thing to learn inside a day
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| Stand closely by me and I’ll try to show the way
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| You’ve got to hold it right
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| Feel the distance to the ground
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| Move with a touch so light
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| Until it’s rhythm you have found
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| Then you’ll know what I know
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| Oh wild are the ways we run
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| When at last untethered out we fly
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| Straight into the burning sun
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| Need no direction, no, not I
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| But it is not a thing to learn inside a day
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| Stand closely by me and I’ll try to show the way
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| You’ve got to hold it right
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| Feel the distance to the ground
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| Move with a touch so light
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| Until it’s rhythm you have found
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| Then you’ll know what I know
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| So, little dancing girl
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| You want to play a tune
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| One that your heart can fill
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| To help you shine under the moon
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| Well, it is not a thing to learn inside a day
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| Stand closely by me and I’ll try to show the way
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| You’ve got to hold it right
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| Feel the distance to the ground
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| Move with a touch so light
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| Until it’s rhythm you have found
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| Then you’ll know what I know
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| Then you’ll know what I know |