| Hey, you
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| In the corner shaking in those boots
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| You got one, one for two
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| You got the shaking right, but the fear won’t do
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| We always say that we have unspeakable joy
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| So let our feet do all the talking when our words fall short
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| We’ve got reason to get up
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| Reason to get down
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| He done traded our sin for joy
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| And now, that joy wants out
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| Happy dance (oh!)
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| Happy dance (oh!)
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| Hey, yeah you
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| In the back of the room with those concrete shoes
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| It’s okay, to cut loose
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| Oh, it ain’t about how you move, but what moves you
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| We’re so consumed with what we think we’re supposed to be
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| That we stop living like we know that we’re free
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| We’ve got reason to get up
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| Reason to get down
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| He done traded our sin for joy
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| And now, that joy wants out
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| Happy dance (oh!)
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| Happy dance (oh!)
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| Let me see, those hands
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| If the good Lord saved ya
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| Get up, get down
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| 'Cause He done changed ya
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| Let me see, those hands
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| If the good Lord saved ya
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| Get up, get down
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| 'Cause He done changed ya!
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| We’ve got reason to get up
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| Reason to get down
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| He done traded our sin for joy
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| And now, that joy wants out
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| Happy dance (oh!)
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| Happy dance (oh!) |