| Holding back my arms trying to feel okay
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| Tripping over words you said without warning
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| Hanging by the chain trying to feel something
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| Keeping back the tears I cry
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| But we tried, oh, we tried
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| And, boy, it’s hard to admit
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| That we lost what we had
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| And you are just so over it
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| I guess we’re dancing, oh, dancing to different songs tonight
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| I’m with my friends, they say don’t think of you, but that’s all I do
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| I guess the DJ, the DJ knows when he turns up the light
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| That it’s not the kinda weather to be dancing in your sweater
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| Freedom isn’t worth the price I paid
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| Memories of you are no conciliation
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| Hanging by the chain trying to feel something
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| Keeping back the tears I cry
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| It’s too bad, it’s too bad
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| And, boy, it’s hard to admit
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| That we lost what we had
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| And I’m still holding on to it
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| I guess we’re dancing, oh, dancing to different songs tonight
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| I’m with my friends, they say don’t think of you, but that’s all I do
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| I guess the DJ, the DJ knows when he turns up the light
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| That it’s not the kinda weather to be dancing in your sweater
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| I know
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| I got a long way to go before I
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| Life myself from this black hole
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| Oh, I know
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| I got a long way to go before I
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| Lift myself from this black hole
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| I guess we’re dancing, oh, dancing to different songs tonight
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| I’m with my friends, they say don’t think of you, but that’s all I do
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| I guess the DJ, the DJ knows when he turns up the light
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| That it’s not the kinda weather to be dancing in your sweater
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| I guess we’re dancing, oh, dancing to different songs tonight
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| I’m with my friends, they say don’t think of you, but that’s all I do
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| I guess the DJ, the DJ knows when he turns up the light
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| That it’s not the kinda weather to be dancing in your sweater |