| In safety in numbers
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| Waiting for my time
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| Waiting to come in
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| Only the patient wait in line
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| Got a uniform
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| A crush to keep me warm
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| So come on come in
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| There is safety in numbers
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| We get whatever we please
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| And when the record plays
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| We’re jumping to the sound of the 1 2 3
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| In safety in numbers
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| But there’s nothing left to feel
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| Killing all our time
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| Mouthing every rhyme to the 1 2 3
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| Ready to explode
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| Scratching at the seams
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| The ceiling cannot hold the weight of all our clashing dreams
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| Found a brand new friend
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| Holding back her hair
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| So come on come on come on come in
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| There is safety in numbers
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| We get whatever we please
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| And when the record plays
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| We’re jumping to the sound of the 1 2 3
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| In safety in numbers
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| But there’s nothing left to feel
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| Killing all our time
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| Mouthing every rhyme to the 1 2 3
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| It’s all been said before
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| With the patterns rearranged
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| Found another song to sing
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| And it’s easy to remember now etcetera etcetera
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| There is safety in numbers
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| We get whatever we please
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| And when the record plays
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| We’re jumping to the sound of the 1 2 3
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| In safety in numbers
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| Where there’s nothing left to feel
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| Killing all our time
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| Mouthing every rhyme to the 1 2 3
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| And when the record plays
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| Jumping to the sound 'til the floor caves in around you |