| I was frozen there
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| Paralyzed and floating in the air
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| Or I thought
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| Cause no one really knows
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| I couldn’t stop
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| So I wanted her
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| To feel the breeze
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| Just blowing through the trees
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| A ghost
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| Of something in our love we don’t yet know
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| It’s such an arbitrary line that we dance
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| We waited centuries to throw up our hands
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| It’s such an arbitrary line that we dance
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| We dance we dance
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| Oh everything is debatable
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| everything is debatable
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| So I waited there
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| Burdened by some things I shouldn’t have
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| Cared about
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| I brushed them off
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| And dug my heart back out
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| It’s such an arbitrary line that we dance
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| We waited centuries to throw up our hands
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| It’s such an arbitrary line that we dance
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| We dance we dance
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| Oh everything is debatable
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| everything is debatable
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| I seem kinda strange
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| I saw the other side
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| Floating around in the room
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| I realized
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| You thought I’d look the same
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| Despite some flashing lights
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| Floating around over you
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| It’s such an arbitrary line that we dance
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| We waited centuries to throw up our hands
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| It’s such an arbitrary line that we dance
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| We dance we dance
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| Oh everything is debatable
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| I saw the other side
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| The other side and beyond, oh
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| Everything is debatable
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| Everything is debatable
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| Everything is debatable
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| Debatable
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| Everything is |