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Up'n away, we need a place to hide |
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Gonna get up, gonna get up |
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Up'n away, we gonna fly so high |
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Gonna get up, gonna get up |
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I wanna get away, wanna get up and get away |
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I wanna get away, wanna get up and get away |
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I wanna get away, wanna get up and get away |
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I wanna get away, gonna get up, gonna get up |
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Souls may fly, visions blur deep as any dancetrack you've heard |
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Blowing storms as I tell smacking some funk on a dance realm |
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Blasting brains he wants in |
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If you may ask who it is ? |
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It's dancefloor knocking, my sibliminual name Sir Prophet |
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My quest success from the stars has torn me adn my flame apart |
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But there's a creation by man |
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That can bring us back together again |
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Second and minutes, minutes from hours |
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From days all the way up to weeks |
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Dying from the crime of time, |
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Slipping down through the hour glass as I speak |
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Europe and America |
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Thousands of miles, yes, between the two |
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The creation of man I can fly will bring me back to you |
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No more sad times, our passion will return today |
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Tonight I will feel you 'cos baby I can fly up and away |
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Finally we've been asked, to shift into a dancing climax |
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Heavy rain, the deepest snow, can't |
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Stop the sound of dance floor |
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Now the flavored flow has hit ya, so I say you best remember |
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The force that will keep us high |
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Up 'n away... |
