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See the picture in the hall |
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Framed in magic on the wall |
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Ain't it funny how it glows |
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What's on the inside |
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No one knows |
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What makes this picture |
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So inviting |
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To those who stand outside it |
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Maybe it's the dancers |
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Or maybe it's the dance |
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The dancer dances |
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Thousands fill the gallery |
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They pay their price to see a dream |
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They can make believe for free |
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Two hours' worth of fantasy |
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Maybe they pretend |
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The picture's them |
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Or maybe they just love |
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To sit and blend |
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Tonight the picture has no frame |
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Colours unleash and float away |
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To each and everyone of you |
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Tonight the spirit brings the news |
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You become a part of it all |
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Thousands turn to one in the hall |
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You become the dancer |
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And we become the dance |
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The dancer dances |
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The dancer dances |
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The dancer dances |
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And we become the dancer |
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And you become the dance |
