| In the night suit, night suit
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| In the night suit, night suit
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| In the night suit, night suit
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| Well look at me now
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| The glass falls down cracking, I’m so proud
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| Every pulse gets so loud when I step out with nothing like
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| My old way of walking
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| In the night suit, night suit
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| In the night suit, night suit
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| In the night suit, night suit
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| All singing, all dancing
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| Transaction transatlantic
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| Be someone
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| Be no-one
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| Please receive me, don’t stop sending
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| The suit makes you move in ways you suspected
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| The fabric is made of stances collected
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| The cut makes you shimmer, it alters your features
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| You click into focus, it’s strict as a teacher
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| Mobile and fluid, a magnet of glances
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| Contorted, conductive
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| Meshed into the dance
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| In the night suit, night suit
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| In the night suit, night suit
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| In the night suit, night suit
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| In the night suit, night suit
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| In the night suit, night suit
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| In the night suit, night suit
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| Oh teach me to move, oh just teach me to move
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| I’ll be fast, I’ll be pleasure, be joy, I’ll be jaywalk
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| Be glitter and flicker, a firefly, a swagger
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| Tricky and vivid, I’ll split light to spectrums
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| Revolving, reflecting in every direction
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| In the night |