| She’s the edge between the sacred and profane
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| And means at least one other language you would never speak in Polite Company
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| She’s a dancer, lone riddle in the answer
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| She auditioned for Romantics
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| But no calls from the right company
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| She’ll never love the way you need her to, darlin'
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| You’ll never lift her at all
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| She only wants the man she thinks is you, darlin'
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| You’ll only take her if you think you could lose
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| So what if I don’t find you, take you back?
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| I only want what I can’t have
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| If you love me, give me nothing
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| But
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| Polite Company
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| We’re the dance among the drunklegs, a contest between
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| Untied lace, pop-shoegaze, and 808 Heartbreak
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| We both caught the pace of two hearts, offbeat
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| What will hold you when the dance is through?
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| Put your back against the wall
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| Follow syncopated water fountain conversation
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| Making love inside a crayon covered bathroom stall
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| What if I don’t find you, take you there?
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| I only want what I can’t have
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| If you love me, give me nothing
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| Nothing
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| Some simple math
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| Two I can add
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| I ain’t writing it down
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| I remember now what you came for, where your aim is
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| Maintain it
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| Try to burn the right glow
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| I’ll be on my way out
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| I’ll be over soon
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| Sober later
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| Fire that only I’d know
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| You’ve been on my Radar
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| Are you lonely too?
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| 'Cause your coast is clear to get a hold on me
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| She’s the edge between the cadence of my name
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| And on these walls another language we would never speak
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| In Polite Company |