| Rhythm, rhythm… rhythm, oh-oh
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| Rhythm, rhythm… rhythm, oh-oh
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| It’s the rhythm of the changing tides
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| It’s the stars against a moonless night
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| When two bodies learn to move as one
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| It can bring you back where you belong
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| To the rhythm, rhythm… rhythm, oh-oh
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| Rhythm, rhythm… rhythm, oh-oh
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| It’s the changing of the day to night
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| It’s the color of the grass in spring
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| When you’re wrong it’s tryin' to make it right
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| You can be just what you want to be
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| Feel the rhythm… rhythm, rhythm
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| Rhythm… rhythm, oh-oh
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| Now i have travelled far
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| To wrap my world around you, oh-oh
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| And i have lingered on to find the colors of my rainbow
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| Now i have soldiered on
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| To build a bridge between us, oh-oh
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| And i have lingered long to find
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| The colors in your rainbow
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| It’s the color of the grass in spring
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| Or the stars against a moonless sky
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| When two bodies move as one
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| When two lovers groove on
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| You can be what you want to be
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| You can be most anything
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| Feel the rhythm
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| Now i have travelled far
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| To build a bridge between us, oh-oh
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| And i will linger on… to find the colors in your rainbow
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| You turn me on… your tear me up
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| You tear me up… you turn me on
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| You turn me on… you set me up
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| You set me up… you turn me on |