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******if i had to break it down, id say its the way you love to dance |
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moving the furniture when my back is turned |
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a flick of the lights and the world falls away |
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and your office job, and your silver hair |
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but our shapes in the dark are the reason ive stayed for all these years |
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i thought i was a genius |
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but now im twenty two |
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and its starting to feel like all i know how to do is |
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put on a suit and take it away |
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with my fistful of tunes that its painful to play |
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fingernail worlds, like favourite seashells |
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they fill up my nights and then they float away |
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ive got hundreds of gowns, ive got paintings in frames |
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and a throat that fills with panic every festival day |
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dutifully falling apart for the princess of norway |
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but you with your dolls lashes, your infinite t-shirts |
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i shouldve known when your favourite record was the same as my fathers youd take me down |
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i guess ill always be this way |
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swallowed up by the words and halfway to space |
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but there by the fire, you offered your hand |
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and as i took it, i loved you, the boy with the plan |
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you felled me clean as a pine |
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the man with the axe |
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and the light in his eyes |
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weve been through so many hard times, im writing a love song |
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for you, baby |