| Poets and painters and daytime escapers
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| tell us a story of what we once knew
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| paint us a picture of some great excuse
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| because we lost the truth, when we lost the music
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| We are everything we own right?
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| And the second that we don’t fight
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| Is the moment that we own life
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| Keep it up keep it up keep it up
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| We don’t care what TIME IT IS
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| noone here is BUYING THIS
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| if the dj keeps on FINDING HITS
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| we could keep this going for days
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| We don’t care what TIME IT IS
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| noone here is BUYING THIS
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| if the dj keeps on FINDING HITS
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| we could keep this going for days
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| With our feet in the sand and sea in our hands we DON’T STOP
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| We remember to drink in everything and it’s EASY WHEN THE BEAT DROPS
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| We pulse and we sway and keep morning away FROM HERE
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| Nothing exists but the love on our lips and beat on our hips
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| The only real moment is this
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| Oh oh oh oh oh oh
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| Love what you got because love is a lot
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| life fools us into thinking that we’re broke but we’re not
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| so bring your body in to the beach again
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| recognize the moment that you’re free again
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| So they lead to the beach again
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| heat is getting to your head you think
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| someone pulls you in and the lights are dim
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| but your recognize the rhythm crawling through your skin |