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I'm sick, you're tired, let's dance |
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Break to love make lust |
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I know it isn't |
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I'm sick, you're tired, let's dance |
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Cold as numbers but let's dance |
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As though it were easy for you to lead me |
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I could be passive gracefully |
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Half the horizon's gone for a skyline of numbers |
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Half the horizon's gone we're working the numbers'till |
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I'm sickSleep don't pacify us until |
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Daybreak sky lights up the grid we live in |
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Dizzy when we talk so fast |
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Fields of numbers streaming past |
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I wish we were farmers, |
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I wish we knew how |
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To grow sweet potatoes and milk cows*wish we were lovers, but its for the best* |
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Tonight your ghost will ask my ghost, |
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Where is the love? |
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Tonight your ghost will ask my ghost, |
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Who here is in line for a raise? |
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Tonight your ghost will ask my ghost, |
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Where is the love? |
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Tonight your ghost will ask my ghost, |
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Who put these bodies between us? |
