| Dance on ceilings
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| Like you do
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| Sparkled earrings
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| You cling to
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| Your skipping heart beats in the room
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| Every eye is on you
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| They’re making movies about you now
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| Of how he played guitar for you
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| So paint the lines beneath your eyes
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| To hide the pain beneath the lies
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| You’re chasing streetlights home tonight
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| You’re chasing streetlights home
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| Telling tales like you do
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| So off the rails
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| Breaking rules
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| The fluttered lashes you see through
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| You catch his eye across the room
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| You took his breath away as you moved
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| You couldn’t change if you wanted to
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| He called you his rolling stone
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| Should you roll away home now?
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| So paint the lines beneath your eyes
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| To hide the pain beneath your lies
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| You’re chasing streetlights home tonight
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| You’re chasing streetlights home
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| You’ll never change
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| You’ll never know
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| You’ll never grow
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| The camera rolls so dance away another show
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| The tears have dried
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| Your world collides
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| Falling through in black and white
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| Your face still glows it’s all for show
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| Your words grow old without you
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| But paint the lines beneath your eyes
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| To hide the pain beneath your lies
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| You’re chasing streetlights home tonight
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| You’re chasing streetlights home
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| You’ll never change
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| You’ll never know
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| You’ll never grow
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| The camera rolls so dance away another show |