| That’s when the shadow came and darkened your china face
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| The dancers still shook and swayed, but I couldn’t look away
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| They were all in the chemicals, all hundred cars up an icy hill
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| And we were stood under them, grim, quietly grimacing
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| And you spoke with that voice I love
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| And love awoke in my boiling blood
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| With this I dissect before
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| The road is lit, and I’m going home
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| There’ll be no caving in, no suicide note, no pills and gin
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| I hear your voice again, and it stirs me like a pealing bell
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| Echoed by everything, everywhere
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| By every fraught fiber in every cell
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| Here I’m telling you you’re not the only one
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| You’re not the only one
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| No, you’re not the only one
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| You’re not the only one feeling this stuff
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| You’re one of us
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| And that’s when the shadow lifts
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| And the camera reveals her lips
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| And all the lava under your skin
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| You gotta always remember it
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| And try not to talk it off
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| And say all of that common stuff
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| No, just let the lava come
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| And all the love you’ve been holding off
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| Yeah, that’s when we’re rising up
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| Feel the elevator pull your guts
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| Each floor is like medicine drops
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| The only fear is the fear it’ll stop
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| But it won’t because
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| No, it won’t because
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| No, no it won’t because
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| No, it never stops
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| No, it never stops
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| No, it won’t because
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| Cause it’s in your blood
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| You’re one of us
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| Yeah, that’s when we’re rising up
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| Out of the ashes and plastic cups
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| On and on on a dirty rug
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| While they’re all dancing to jungle love
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| I don’t care if a shadow comes and covers us like a shovel of rocks
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| The party’s still going on
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| I heard cathedral bells |