| It feels like affection, like a drum in the distance
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| Like a synchronized question of the heart
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| Like dawn in the window breaking over our hero
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| Washing out every shadow of the dark
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| And take a drag of addiction to this misinformation
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| It’s that sneaking suspicion that there’s more
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| To this scene than we bargained for
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| 'Cause we’ve got to turn it up
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| You never know if it’s gonna be the last time you tear it up
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| We’ve gotta ride this one to watch it in slow motion
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| Till slow motion is gone
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| From the fool in the front row to his favorite zero
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| What they tell you don’t matter anymore
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| What you are is magnetic, what they are is dogmatic
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| And it’s all problematic from there on
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| But you already belong
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| 'Cause we’ve got to turn it up
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| You never know if it’s gonna be the last time you tear it up
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| We’ve gotta ride this one to watch it in slow motion
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| Till slow motion is gone
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| And it’s gone, it’s gone
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| It’s gone, it’s gone, it’s gone
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| All this time we’ve wasted gone
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| Now we fit in
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| Turn it, turn it up
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| You never know if its gonna be the last time you tear it up
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| You’ve got some nerve acting any less ecstatic
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| Come on now turn it, turn it up
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| You never know if its gonna be the last time you tear it up
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| We’ve got to ride this one to watch it in slow motion
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| Till slow motion is gone but not forgotten, you know?
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| You know, you know, you know, yeah, yeah |