| He came on like a mountaineer
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| Exploring beauty through the syllables and cheers
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| And there was something different in the air
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| Something magical, the crowd was unprepared
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| And he was long and lean, he held that stage
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| And Jenny looked at me with reverence on her face
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| And she said we left our bodies there that night
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| 'Cause the music shook our souls and saved our lives
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| Tonight we radiate
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| The lines have been erased
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| And I can’t leave this place
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| Leave this place, leave this place
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| Now, this ain’t New York or Berlin
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| It’s just a small town bringdown
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| Kind of happening, conviction etched upon his face
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| Like Lenny Bruce or some fucked up William Blake
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| Cloaked in denim head to toe
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| He traded words like souvenirs in stereo
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| Something different about this night
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| Cause it was happening right before our eyes
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| Tonight we radiate
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| The lines have been erased
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| And I can’t leave this place
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| Leave this place, leave this place
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| Tonight we radiate
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| Tonight we radiate'
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| Tonight we radiate
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| The lines have been erased
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| And I can’t leave this
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| I can’t leave this place
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| Tonight we radiate
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| The lines have been replaced
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| And I can’t leave this
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| I can’t leave this place
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| He came on like a mountaineer
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| Exploring beauty through the syllables and cheers
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| And there was something different in the air
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| Something magical, the crowd was unprepared |