Tell me that you want to dance
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I want to feel your pulse on mine
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Just treat me like a stolen glance
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To yourself
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A dark shape on a golden floor
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A sleeping planet with a molten core
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From above we'd cut a slow eight shape
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And much more
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I'm a peasant in your princess arms
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Penniless with only charm
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As we're leveled by the low, hot lights
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And disarmed
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I'm not afraid of anything even time
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It'll eke away at everything but we'll be fine
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I'm folded in the bread you made
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You're cold until my body bathes
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You in the heat I kept aside
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All these days
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I'm not afraid of anything even time
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It'll eke away at everything but we'll be fine
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The Golden Floor
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| Snow Patrol |
