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oh, was it luck or misfortune |
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that brought you to this place |
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why have our eyes |
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been averted? |
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is it mutual distaste? |
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so happy there |
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in the spotlight |
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moving wings with grace |
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shadows they swing from your wingtips |
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pushing the air through space |
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you |
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ooooh |
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you're cutting me right in |
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two |
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oooh |
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i'm saving myself for |
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you |
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oohh |
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you're cutting me right in |
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two |
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She never danced with me anyway |
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is this so wrong? it's been so long... |
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oh, you and i aren't so different |
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with perilous desire; |
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i think i could die by her tongue |
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and you, drawn to the fire |
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and aren't we so forgetful? |
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why am i in this place? |
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why are you there on the ceiling, |
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pushing the air through space? |
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white moth you stole the show |
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white moth you're all i know |
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this feels like it's home |
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now |
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white moth you're all i know |
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white moth you stole the show |
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white moth you're all i know |
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this feels like i'm home |
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now |
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white moth you stole the show |
