| Dancing girl, thought I might see you tonight
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| Dealt with my front jeans to dance
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| Turn up the sound, turn down the light
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| We never got that chance
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| Don’t hold on when I’m movin'
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| You can’t hold on too tight
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| Feet all full of streets
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| A heart all full of beats
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| And the stars all full of night
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| Oh, I am movin'
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| In fact, I’m already gone
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| What did you wanna remember?
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| What did you wanna go get?
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| What did you wanna remember?
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| I forget
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| My imagination’s got control of me
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| Projectin' scenes upon my walls
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| I’m gonna make a hole in the night
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| Like a little piece of light
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| Let these spirits inside me go free
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| Tell me where does this moment
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| And what must be, i guess it just had to be
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| Keep on playin in the dirt man
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| Spinnin' in the universe
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| Yeah, you’re holdin' everything
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| I am moving, in fact
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| I’m not even here
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| What did you wanna remember?
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| What did you wanna go get
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| What did you wanna remember?
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| I forget
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| We all are talking about the same God
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| We all are talking about the same God
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| We all are talking about the same God
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| We all are talking about the same God
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| Dying for the same God
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| Yeah, blowing up the same God
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| Walking on the same God
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| Lying through the same God
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| Talking about the same God
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| We all are talking about the same God
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| Ooh, and talking about the same God
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| We all are talking about the same God |