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We move, in mysterious ways |
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We move, slip and slide cut through the haze |
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And even as I stand in the room |
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Listening to all of the silence around |
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I feel disco and not so some tune |
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Beating inside make my feet touch the ground |
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Then we move |
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We move, as the music sways |
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We move, like the good book says |
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I feel my face reflected around |
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Hot on my heels closing in more and more |
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The piper plays a beckoning sound |
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Leading them on 'til their feet reach the floor |
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Then we move |
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We dance |
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We dance |
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We dance |
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We dance |
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Then we move |
