I know he's around,
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when the sky and the ground start in ringing.
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I know that he's near,
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by the thunder I hear in advance.
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His words, his words alone
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are the words that can start my heart singing,
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and his is the only music that makes me dance.
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He'll sleep and he'll rise,
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in the light of two eyes that adore him.
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Bore him it might,
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but he won't leave my sight for a glance.
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In every way, everyday, I need less of myself.
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I need more him, more him,
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cause his is the only music that makes me dance.
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Bore him it might,
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but he won't leave my sight for a glance.
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In every way, everyday I need less of myself,
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and I need more him. More him.
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Cause his is the only music that makes me dance.
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Yes, his is the only music that makes me dance.
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The Music That Makes Me Dance
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| Judy Garland |
