| Before the sun comes up
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| Our heart's are gonna catchfire, gonna catchfire
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| Before the sun comes up
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| Our heart's are gonna catchfire, gonna catchfire
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| We are flying through the night
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| Because the moon is our sun
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| So let's hold on and pretend
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| The morning light will never come
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| And we're dancing around the fire
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| That we started in our hearts
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| Till we spark up the night!
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| Before the sun comes up
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| Our heart's are gonna catchfire, gonna catchfire
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| Before the sun comes up
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| Our heart's are gonna catchfire, gonna catchfire!
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| Before the sun comes up
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| Our heart's are gonna catchfire, gonna catchfire
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| And while we're falling for this feeling
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| We're getting higher, getting higher.
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| Yeah, we're beautiful
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| Black butterflies
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| When we spread our wings, whoooa ooh oh
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| Yeah, we come alive
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| When the night falls
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| We're calling out the stars!
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| We are flying through the night
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| Because the moon is our sun
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| Right now there ain't no world around us
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| Till the break of dawn
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| And we're dancing 'round the fire,
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| That we stir up in our hearts
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| Till we spark up the night!
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| Before the sun comes up
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| Our heart's are gonna catchfire, gonna catchfire
|
| And while we're falling for this feeling
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| We're getting higher, getting higher.
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| Before the sun comes up
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| Our heart's are gonna catchfire, gonna catchfire
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| And while we're falling for this feeling
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| We're getting higher, getting higher |