You get back here
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You do it slowly
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Do it calm, now
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Don't be so angry
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I got something
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I've been chasing
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Every day since I started walking
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It just sits there
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In the distance
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It always flirts with the tips of my fingers
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You thought that
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You could love it
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Until it touched you
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And now you just wanna stop it
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Well I'm sorry
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It's not likely
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It was here when you got here
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And it'll be here when you're not here no more
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And then some days
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I get lucky
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I can focus and things are less shaky
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And I scrape you
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Off the pale moon
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And I slip you
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Into soft shoes
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And you tapdance
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To a jazz band
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On a cruise ship
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Near an island
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And your hair's up
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You wear a short dress
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And a wide smile
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You're movements are careless
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It's a daydream
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I keep having
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To make the clocks move
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While I'm working
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Or a bad joke
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I can't sit through
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And I smile because I feel like I have to
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But if you'd look under the table
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You'd see I'm playing with my knife
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I'm slicing stripes into my kneecaps
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And I'm struggling just to come off polite
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We could be a snapshot framed and hung like a portrait
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What if that's true and I'm the only one who knows it?
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Tapdance
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Kevin Devine |