| There’s a light, and I can see it in your eyes
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| There’s a memory of the way you used to be
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| Nothing’s gone, it still shines, every time you turn it on
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| And when you slow it down…
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| People working every night and day
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| Never give yourself no time
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| Got too many bills to pay
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| Slow down, nothing’s gonna disappear
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| If you give yourself some room
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| To move to the music you hear
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| Gotta get up, listen to me
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| Clappa your hands, stompa your feet
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| People looking for the great escape
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| Looking to the greener side
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| Trying to find a better way
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| Slow down, open up your big brown eyes
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| Feel the rhythm in your heart
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| You don’t even need to try
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| Gotta get up, listen to me
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| Clappa your hands, stompa your feet
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| Nothing is wrong, if you move to the beat
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| Clappa your hands, stompa your feet
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| Stompa your feet
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| When you can’t seem to shake off all the feelings that are breaking
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| Little pieces of the music that’s in you
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| All the pain that you feel
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| I can prove it’s not real
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| There’s just one thing you gotta do
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| Gotta get up, listen to me
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| Clappa your hands, stompa your feet
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| Nothing is wrong, if you move to the beat
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| Clappa your hands, stompa your feet
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| Stompa your feet
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| Stompa your feet
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| Stompa your feet |