| You want the streets at midnight
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| You want to shine in dim light
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| Those walks are made for poets
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| Don’t look like you don’t know it
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| You want a soul survivor
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| You want a beauty palour
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| A space to last forever
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| No blues can lose the colour
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| Oh baby don’t you know
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| When things are getting slow
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| Make a crazy prediction
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| Melt the facts with the fiction
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| Underground with perfection
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| Baby make the connection
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| Another 20 bpm in your life
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| It’s alright
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| You want the diamond clover
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| You want the bosa nova
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| You never end the sway
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| Until you won me over
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| You dream under the pillow
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| You write your name in silver
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| A wall is built for poets
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| Don’t look like you don’t know it
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| Baby don’t you know
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| When things are getting slow
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| Make a crazy prediction
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| Melt the science with fiction
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| Underground with perfection
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| Baby make the connection
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| Another 20 bpm in your life
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| It’s alright
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| Oh baby don’t you know
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| When things are getting slow
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| Make a crazy prediction
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| Melt the facts with the fiction
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| Underground with perfection
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| Honey make the connection
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| Another 20 bpm in your life
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| It’s alright. |