| On the bank of the Tennessee River
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| In a small Kentucky town
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| I drew my first breath one cold November morning
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| And before my feet even touched the ground
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| With the doctors and the nurses gathered 'round
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| I started to dance
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| I started to dance
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| A little boy full of wide-eyed wonder
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| Footloose and fancy free
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| But it would happen, as it does for every dancer
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| That I’d stumble on a truth I couldn’t see
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| And find a longing deep inside of me, it said. |
| ..
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| I am the heart, I need the heartbeat
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| I am the eyes, I need the sight
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| I realize that I am just a body
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| I need the life
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| I move my feet, I go through the motions
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| But who’ll give purpose to chance
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| I am the dancer
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| I need the Lord of the dance
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| The world beneath us spins in circles
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| And this life makes us twist and turn and sway
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| But we were made for more than rhythm with no reason
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| By the one who moves with passion and with grace
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| As He dances over all that He has made
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| I am the heart, He is the heartbeat
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| I am the eyes, He is the sight
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| And I see clearly, I am just a body
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| He is the life
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| I move my feet, I go through the motions
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| But He gives purpose to chance
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| I am the dancer
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| He is the Lord of the dance
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| Lord of the dance
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| Lord of the dance
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| And while the music of His love and mercy plays
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| I will fall down on my knees and I will pray
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| I am the heart, You are the heartbeat
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| I am the eyes, You are the sight
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| And I see clearly, I am just a body
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| You are the life
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| I move my feet, I go through the motions
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| But You give purpose to chance
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| I am the dancer
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| You are the Lord of the dance
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| I am the dancer
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| You are the Lord of the dance |