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Slow..... |
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Slow dancer, ooh no answer for you |
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new moves to see |
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Oh, fast talker, in darkened corners, for you |
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new words to hear |
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Oh sly glances, half-chances for you |
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the eye that sees |
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When the sun slips from the day |
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and the coolness brings relief |
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there's no torment 'neath the stars |
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in the stillness of the night |
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when the swirling has to cease, behind the safety of the veil |
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Now... |
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In high places, ooh darkened faces, so indifferent in days to be |
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Oh lost race, no losers only winners return to see |
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New orders can't be altered, when the eyes refuse to see |
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and the sun slips from the day, and the coolness brings relief |
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there's no torment 'neath the stars in the stillness of the night |
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when the swirling has to cease behind the safety of the veil |
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ah ah ah ah, ah ah oh |
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Now |
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Soft spoken, never could be broken awaiting the call that frees |
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slow burning, soon will learn, complacence bears down on me |
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hearts leaping, hopes been reachin' to the heights - to the heights |
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the signs to see |
