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Hide me in the wings a while |
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Let me catch my breath |
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Wipe the weary from this brow |
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Stretch the tired from these legs |
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Before I dance across your roads |
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And underneath your streetlights |
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Before I move upon your stage |
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In front of crowds made up of dancers |
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Gulls drop into the sea |
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I'm not sure where I should be |
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Waves crash through the streets |
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Leaving dangers and doves |
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Leaving loathes and loves |
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At my feet |
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Take me to the river's edge |
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Where the city opens |
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Lay my eyes in silhouettes |
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And angles of the horizon |
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There winds are freed from a jail of glass walls |
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And the sirens drown in the sand |
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There I remember how to dance |
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And stop fighting for places to land |
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Gulls drop into the sea |
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I'm not sure where I should be |
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Waves crash through the streets |
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Leaving dangers and doves |
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Leaving loathes and loves |
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At my feet |
