The world is lyrical
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Because a miracle
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Has brought my lover to me
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Though she's some other place, her face I see
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At night I creep in bed
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And never sleep in bed
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But look above in the air
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And to my greatest joy, my love is there
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She dances overhead
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On the ceiling near my bed
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In my sight
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All through the night
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I try to hide in vain
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Underneath my counterpane
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But there's my love
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Up there above
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I whisper, "Go away, my lover
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It's not fair"
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But I'm so grateful to discover
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That she's still there
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I love my ceiling more
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Since it is a dancing floor
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Just for my love
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Dancing On The Ceiling (He Dances On My Ceiling)
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| Ray Charles |
