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he was alone when she walked into the room |
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even though he had loads of friends to talk to |
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nobody noticed how she grifted his soul with her eyes |
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she was afraid of nothing sure of herself |
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he was amazed she lured him out of his shell |
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he was impressed by every turn of her phrase |
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it was like ice skatingah-aaah...the crescendoah-aaah...the port de brasah-aaah... |
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the letting goin the choreography of love |
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there is a moment when you see your own breath |
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bellowing from your lips in to the darkness |
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somebody pulls you from the opposite end of your life |
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CHORUS |
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she was afraid of nothing, sure of her parthe was on fire in silence framing |
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her hearth was at home in every line of her face |
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it was like ice breaking |
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CHORUS |
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ah-aaah...the figure eight |
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ah-aaah...the brave mistake |
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ah-aaah...the lies untoldin the choreography of love |
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in the choreography of lovein the choreography of love... |
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of love |
