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We wasted so many truths |
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That we depend |
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On getting by |
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Another lie |
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On every other thing that dies |
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And as his voice beckons out |
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I hear the end |
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The end of trauma slowly setting in |
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My body seems to stop and freeze |
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Stop |
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Well I just dance the way I feel |
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Stop breathing |
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Imagine none of this is real (x2) |
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Well I just dance the way I feel |
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An simple crowd makes an move and on my space |
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I'm lashing out |
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I'm crashing down |
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On other people in my way |
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I'm banning all of these objects from this place |
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This place is ruined been affected |
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After all the time I paid |
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Stop |
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Well I just dance the way I feel |
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Stop breathing |
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Imagine none of this is real (x2) |
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Well I just dance the way I feel |
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Stop |
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Well I just dance the way I feel |
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Stop |
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Well I just dance the way I feel |
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Moving out to someone else |
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You're always open with yourself |
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But no one |
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I talk to no one |
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Always falling short of help |
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I choose to take this by myself |
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And go |
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And I just go |
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Stop |
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Well I just dance the way I feel |
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Stop breathing |
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Imagine none of this real (x2) |
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Well I just dance the way I feel |
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Stop (x2) |
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Well I just dance the way I feel (x10) |
