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I don't know why
This dancing doesn't mean a lot to me All that it does is make me want to be All alone with you tonight When I feel you by my side I go ape This room is filled with possibilities Hush now listen and you'll hear Something bordering on weird Can you hear No exaggeration, no hallucination I can hear it singing now It's a song that sings itself It's a song that sings itself Twelve o'clock and all is well Young fools are we We think we own the world and own the stars And yet in fact we barely own our cars But in moments such as these There are future memories You will see No exaggeration, no hallucination I can hear it singing now Dim all the lights Squeeze me so tight that logic flies from me It's a song that sings itself It's a song that sings itself Twelve o'clock and all ïs well
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