| Lay yourself out like a constellation across the floor
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| Arch your back, let your imagination really take hold
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| Hold your breath, I feel the inhalation fill up your lungs
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| And close your eyes and let the trepidation abandon your bones
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| And let yourself go
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| And I’m coming, I’m coming up for air
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| Oh I’m coming up, stop pulling me under
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| Stop pulling me under
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| I’m coming up for air
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| Well I’m coming up, stop pulling me under
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| Stop, stop it
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| Eight hundred feet deep you locked yourself, oh, under a loch
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| Eight hundred feet deep you locked yourself, oh, oh set the weights off and let
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| yourself go
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| I’m coming, I’m coming up for air
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| I’m coming up, stop pulling me under
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| Stop pulling me under
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| I’m coming up for air
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| I’m coming up, stop pulling me under
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| Stop, stop it
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| And the night dares us to
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| To dive back into the night
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| The night dares us to
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| Dive back into
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| Night dares us to
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| Dive back into the night
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| Into the night
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| I’m coming, I’m coming up for air
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| Oh I’m coming up, stop pulling me under
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| Stop pulling me under
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| I’m coming up for air
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| Oh I’m coming up, stop pulling me under
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| Stop, stop it
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| I’m coming up for air
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| Oh I’m coming up, stop, stop, stop, stop it |