| Something in the air
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| But it’s difficult to share
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| So I initiate a little stare
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| Oh my words are not prepared
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| To tell you
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| T-t-tell you that I
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| Need a little piece of your time
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| Cause I’m jumping off the edge of your mind
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| Don’t ask me just fly high
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| Into another place where we
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| Can slide into an ecstasy
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| Where the tempo’s riding underneath
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| Where we think that we should be
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| F-f-follow me
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| Don’t care
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| If your hair is everywhere
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| When you can calculate the air
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| You’re naive and unaware
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| That I’m tryna tell you
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| Tryna tell you that I
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| Need a little piece of your time
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| Cause I’m jumping off the edge of your mind
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| Don’t ask me just fly high
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| Into another place where we
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| Can slide into an ecstasy
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| Where the tempo’s riding underneath
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| Where we think that we should be
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| F-f-follow me
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| Turn it up till eleven
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| Scared straight sitting at a comfy cell and
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| Drop the ball
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| And celebrate it
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| We all know that love is crazy
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| I’m telling you that I
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| Need a little piece of your time
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| Cause I’m jumping at the edge of your mind
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| Don’t ask me just fly high
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| Into another place where we
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| Can slide into an ecstasy
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| Where the tempo’s riding underneath
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| Where we think that we should be
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| F-f-follow me |