| Look beyond the sullen sound
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| Past your boxed up hollow station
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| We are moving forward towards your own betterment
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| Fire your attention away from jaws to your feet where
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| We’ll make 'em, make 'em move forward
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| If you change this grand design
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| And sweep its general outlines
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| You are one step closer towards your own betterment
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| Every time we close our eyes
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| Rhythm falls out
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| Come on, come on you can’t hide
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| Slide into the middle
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| Don’t wait for an answer
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| Maze of disco lights
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| You never knew you were a dancer
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| Hands are shaking
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| Breaks are breaking
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| The sea will start a fire
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| Living in the lights never caught you a breakthrough
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| The people are in lines trying to be you
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| Oh, and now you are dancing
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| I see all the waking ones
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| From silhouttes to the beating drums
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| With the free will towards their own experiment
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| Underneath the covered core
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| Are countless numbers
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| That are rushing to the floor
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| Slide into the middle
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| Don’t wait for an answer
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| Maze of disco lights
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| You never knew you were a dancer
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| Hands are shaking
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| Breaks are breaking
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| The sea will start a fire
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| Living in the lights never caught you a breakthrough
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| The people are in lines trying to be you
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| Oh, and now you are dancing |