| Your moving is critical to any experience
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| If there is a narrator in the space saying it’s you
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| Don’t try to pull back
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| Stay in the moment
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| While I steal your words
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| Keep, keep talking
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| Go on, keep talking
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| It’s all about making a choice
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| To be a soft master
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| But will I know my very own voice
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| In whatever I’m after
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| It’s all about making a choice
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| To be a soft master
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| But will I know my very own voice
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| In whatever I’m after
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| Moving the story on, the sources make themselves known
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| They bring on noises, they might never go
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| But your body is speaking in tongues, saying
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| Stay in the moment
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| While I steal your words
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| Keep, keep talking
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| Go on, keep talking
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| It’s all about making a choice
|
| To be a soft master
|
| But will I know my very own voice
|
| In whatever I’m after
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| It’s all about making a choice
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| To be a soft master
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| But will I know my very own voice
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| In whatever I’m after
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| Through the echoes I try to pick it out
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| I have to get faster
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| As time moves it’s harder to tell apart
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| To get straight answers
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| Superposed, aligned, they coincide
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| Can’t make it out
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| Can’t figure out who’s speaking
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| And whose side is it on
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| Whose side am I on
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| It’s all about making a choice
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| To be a soft master
|
| But will I know my very own voice
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| In whatever I’m after
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| It’s all about making a choice
|
| To be a soft master
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| But will I know my very own voice
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| In whatever I’m after |