| A little after twelve
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| The function suite was full
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| Of people I had never seen before
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| Ripped up ticket stubs
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| Confettied on the floor
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| It dawned on me I’d seen it all before
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| Cool your beans my son
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| You look a fucking mess
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| No ones getting out of here tonight
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| Hit that button there
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| The one that just says wrong
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| We’ll lose our minds to all our favourite songs
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| Throw forward to later
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| you look light on your feet
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| When you whirled in the room
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| I was nailed to my seat
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| I’m like a prisoner
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| getting ready to talk
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| I feel the blood in my hands
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| and the threat in your walk
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| And suddenly
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| it lifts the roof off the place
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| It puts a vault in my step
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| And a grin on my face
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| It can’t contain me but you’ll need an army
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| To get me back in my box
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| Or snap the branches off me A little after four
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| The function suite is dead
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| And I am just a ripped up ticket stub
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| But heres a helping hand
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| A voice that’s far to close
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| And I am up and on my broken limbs
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| Throw forward to later
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| you look light on your feet
|
| When you whirled in the room
|
| I was nailed to my seat
|
| I’m like a prisoner
|
| getting ready to talk
|
| I feel the blood in my hands
|
| and the threat in your walk
|
| And suddenly
|
| it lifts the roof off the place
|
| It puts a vault in my step
|
| And a grin on my face
|
| It can’t contain me but you’ll need an army
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| To get me back in my box
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| Or snap the branches off me And suddenly
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| it lifts the roof off the place
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| It puts a vault in my step
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| And a grin on my face
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| It can’t contain me but you’ll need an army
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| To get me back in my box
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| Or snap the branches off me |