| Something falls on the horizon
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| I see a silhouette disappear
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| And in the distance, I heard him cry
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| As he fell deeper, into this
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| (Laughing)
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| Dull is life with a poets vice
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| Pretty, pretty girls and a lifetime of lies
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| Making something of another turn
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| Down an empty corridor
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| Smoking guns and apologies
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| Never given what you need
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| Scrap the simple games you play
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| And take them to the floor
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| Take back, take back your memory
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| Hitting hard, muscles bent in agony
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| Playing out your personal tragedy
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| Take back, take back the dancefloor
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| What’s it for?
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| When life is shallow and the living’s fast
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| Making love for things that’ll never last
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| Forget your heart, forget your past
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| And live inside the moment
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| When tv’s ugly and the sentiments cheap
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| And dreams are living outside of sleep
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| You can trust your heart to make you weak
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| And break down your fear of safety
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| Take back, take back your memory
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| Hitting hard, muscles bent in agony
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| Playing out your personal tragedy
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| Take back, take back the dancefloor
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| Project your heart, project your soul
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| Use your body, take control
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| (Repeat 3x)
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| When you’d make it crisp, much sharper to see
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| Like the spaces hidden inbetween
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| The candy faces are all I need
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| To make my heartbeat faster
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| Laying claim in a crowded room
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| To the sounds of thumping buzzcut zoo
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| Ask forgiveness if you fail
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| But take the floor for me Take back, take back your memory
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| Hitting hard, muscles bent in agony
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| Playing out your personal tragedy
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| Take back, take back the dancefloor
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| (Repeat)
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| Project your heart, project your soul
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| Use your body, take control
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| (Repeat 3x)
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| It’s basically disco |