strike me down i'm worshipping an image
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take my eyes they'll never see no better
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still frames can't justify
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the shiver and the sigh
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when she moves when she moves
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davinci threw his brushes down in anger
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picasso threw his hands up in defeat
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a captive bird may sing
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but this one's on the wing
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when she moves when she moves
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here i stand with lead in my heart and hands
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i cannot fly with her
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and i would speak her name but my tongue is numb
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and my brain is frozen
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she turns her head, a silver bell is ringing
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a gesture and fish leap into the air
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she walks, a symphony performing silently
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when she moves when she moves
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When She Moves
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| The Bears |
