| If I had to break it down
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| I’d say it’s the way you love to dance
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| Movin' the furniture when my back is turned
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| The flick of the lights and the world falls away
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| And your office job and your silver hair
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| But our shapes in the dark are the reason I’ve stayed
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| For all these years
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| I thought I was a genius, but now I’m twenty-two
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| And it’s startin' to feel like all I know how to do is
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| Put on a suit and take it away
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| With my fistful of tunes that it’s painful to play
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| Fingernail worlds like favourite seashells
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| They fill up my nights and then they float away
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| I’ve got hundreds of gowns, I’ve got paintings in frames
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| And a throat that fills with panic every festival day
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| Dutifully fallin' apart for the Princess of Norway
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| But you with your doll’s lashes, your infinite T-shirts
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| I should’ve known when your favourite record was the same as my father’s
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| You’d take me down
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| I guess I’ll always be this way
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| Swallowed up by the words and halfway to space
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| But there by the fire, you offered your hand
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| And as I took it, I loved you, the boy with the plan
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| You felled me clean as a pine
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| The man with the axe and the look in his eyes
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| We’ve been through so many hard times
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| I’m writin' a love song for you, baby |