| You loomed up slowly on the horizon
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| Blocking the sun like an ocean liner
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| When I discover I’m living in your shadow
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| It always comes as a surprise
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| But way up here
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| I’m spinning around a lamppost in the rain
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| Way up here, I remember rain
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| And I’m whispering directly into your ear
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| You are perfecting circular breathing
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| I can’t always tell when you’re inhaling
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| So you make it look like you’re always giving
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| But you’re always storing little bits away
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| You’re a bit away
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| But way up here
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| I’m dancing around a lamppost in the rain
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| Way up here
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| It’s pouring down
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| And I’m saying right into your ear
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| What does it take?
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| To stop getting carried away by the force of my love
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| You take my breath away
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| I’m starting to suffocate
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| Break the outline of my body
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| Break where I end and you begin
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| Break, you came too far in
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| And out and in, and doubt and din again
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| Every time we breathe out
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| We let out a little bit of ourselves
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| It’d be alright if we could exchange
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| But you don’t want to
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| And I don’t blame you
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| But I’m gonna wanna learn to play the didgeridoo too
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| Because way up here
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| I’m dancing around that lamppost in the rain
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| Way up here
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| Rain on down
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| And I’m screaming, I’m shouting into your ear
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| And out and in, and doubt and din. |