| In the stare, so in between
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| I’m feelin' bold, I’m in a dream
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| I am a mess, I am no god
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| It’s just the flesh that bend of the stars
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| When the words get in the way
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| The ones that hurt, the ones that she said
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| So I give in to live the beat
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| I’m givin' in to the rhythm of my feet
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| Brush the heat, brush
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| Brush the heat, brush
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| Brush the heat, brush
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| Brush the heat, brush
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| (La-la, la la-la, la la-la, la lalala)
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| (La la-la, la la-la, la la-la, la lalala)
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| (La la-la, la la-la, la la-la, la lalala)
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| (La la-la, la la-la, la la-la, la lalala)
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| Traffic slows, the lights are haze
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| And all the smog, I’m in a daze
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| So I move down away from here
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| And if you smile, then maybe I could feel
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| And all the words get in the way
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| The ones that hurt, the ones that she said
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| So I give in to let the beat
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| And I give in to the rhythm of my feet
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| Brush the heat, brush (Oooh)
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| Brush the heat, brush (Oooh)
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| Brush the heat, brush (Oooh)
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| Brush the heat, brush
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| (La-la, la la-la, la la-la, la lalala)
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| (La la-la, la la-la, la la-la, la lalala)
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| (La la-la, la la-la, la la-la, la lalala)
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| (La la-la, la la-la, la la)
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| Brush, brush
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| Brush, brush
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| Brush, brush
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| Brush, brush
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| Brush, brush |