| You are your own disco ball
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| Hovering above you like
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| A comforting reminder that not even you belong to you
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| So you put your jazz hands in the air
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| And they get tangled in your hair
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| But you’ll always stand the victors
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| Exercising everything by tapping into nothing
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| There’s another field
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| Your distances are vast
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| Hey, you, I know who you are
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| Open up to me so I can pull them out
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| You will not be awake for long
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| You won’t have to wait for long
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| You will not be awake for long
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| We’ll meet in the smallest great unknown
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| We will not be awake for long
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| We will not be awake for long
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| We’ll meet in the smallest great unknown
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| You, I know that feeling (Baby, baby)
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| I’m waiting for you and the silences between things (Baby)
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| I’m not saying, «Hey, jazz hands, dancing is futile
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| It can not hold you like I can.»
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| I wanna hold you, wanna hold you
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| You will not be awake for long
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| You won’t have to wait for long
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| You will not be awake for long
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| And we’ll, we’ll meet, we’ll meet in the smallest great unknown
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| Wait for me, wait for me
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| We will not be awake for long
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| You won’t be awake
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| We will not be awake for long
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| We’ll meet in the smallest great unknown
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| You are lost in the world of thoughts
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| You are lost, exercising everything by tapping into nothing |