| But I wanna find my way to dance
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| Even if they tie my feet
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| I’m gonna find my way to dance
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| Even if they tie my feet, yeah
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| Call you it what you want
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| But you do right as you’re told 'round here
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| They’ll grab you by your throat
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| And watch you try to sing a note, what a career
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| And how could I be wrong
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| When nobody even knows that I’m here, baby
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| So call it what you want
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| The truth is easier than hope 'round here
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| But I’m gonna find my way to dance
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| Even if they tie my feet, no
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| I’m gonna find my way to dance
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| Even if they tie my feet, yeah
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| From the side of the stage I hope
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| By now you’ve learnt your place 'round here
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| And how many pages have gone to waste that you once held dear
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| And how could I be wrong
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| With so many damn songs I wish you’d hear, baby
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| You say, «boy, you should know better
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| Than to have ever let anyone near»
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| But I’m gonna find my way to dance
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| Even if they tie my feet, no
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| I’m gonna find my way to dance
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| Even if they tie my feet, yeah
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| I’m a ticking time bomb that never quite set off
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| In a field inside your mind waiting for you to come across
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| I’m a ticking time bomb that never quite set off
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| In a field inside your mind waiting for you to come across
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| But I’m gonna find my way to dance
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| Even if they tie my feet, no
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| I’m gonna find my way to dance
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| Even if they tie my feet, yeah |