| It was anybody’s guess
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| How I made it out that mess
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| But I made it out
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| And look at me now
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| But still I think of you and shrink
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| Where I stand, I just sink
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| And it won’t let go
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| And then I get so low
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| Low (Low)
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| Low (Low)
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| Low (Low)
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| Low (Low)
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| We both know I love a low
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| Just let me go, I need this low
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| We both know I love a low
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| Just let me go, I need this low
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| Maybe this is how it goes
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| Just forever on my toes
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| 'Cause it comes in waves
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| Any night or day
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| Low (Low)
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| Low (Low)
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| Low (Low)
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| Low (Low)
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| We both know I love a low
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| Just let me go, I need this low
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| We both know I love a low
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| Just let me go, I need this low
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| Do the stars look down upon the earth
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| Make constellations as people merge
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| Connect the lines that they find
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| While I look at them in vain
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| 'Cause I’ve gone soft in the middle
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| And I wonder if they see me move out of place
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| I’m not part of the picture, I just imitate
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| We both know I love a low
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| Just let me go, I need this low
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| We both know I love a low
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| (I've gone soft in the middle
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| And I wonder if they see me move out of place)
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| Just let me go, I need this low
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| (I'm not part of the picture, I just imitate) |