if needs be to move on,
i dragging my feet, you quickening your paces
let us come to an accord.
darling, if you must leave,
let me let you.
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I know your teeth are shut and proud
But there are rhythms in the city
That make your head feel loud
Uh-huh so get it out, get it out
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