| As we dance to beat that seems out of time…
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| …To the one you feel in the metronome of your mind
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| Does it offend you that our rhythm looks strange
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| Or causes you thinking to be re-arranged
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| Could it be that you would understand those beat to which we dance
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| More clearly had you been given the chance
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| So as you struggle to find the feel with your feet
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| Ask yourself…
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| Also, Be a chance, Yourself, AskTo the One You F
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| As we dance to beat that seems out of time…
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| …To the one you feel in the metronome of your mind
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| Does it offend you that our rhythm looks strange
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| Or causes you thinking to be re-arranged
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| Could it be that you would understand those beat to which we dance
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| More clearly had you been given the chance
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| So as you struggle to find the feel with your feet
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| Ask yourself… can you dance to my beat
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| Also, To my beat, Be a chance, To my beat, Yourself, AskTo the One You F
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| Also, Be a chance, Yourself, AskTo the One You F
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| …Ask
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| The rhythm… rhythm… rhythm… is our power section.
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| The freedom we feel in our soul
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| We dance to learn those lessons,
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| As our story continues to unfold
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| Our beats, our words our melodies, our gifts
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| From the givers of those gifts,
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| We’re merely the terminals through which they have passed
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| So as you struggle to catch the rhythm with your feet.
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| Ask yourself… can you really dance to my beat
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| Also, To my beat, Be a chance, To my beat, Yourself, AskTo the One You F |