| Kiss your hand with permission
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| To show that you are royalty tonight
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| The radio is playing the song
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| That got us up to dance around
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| The record is spinning around and around
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| To the sounds of change
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| Breathless, with not much to say
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| Breathless, with not much to say
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| You sent me to the top of the world
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| You sent me to the top of the world
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| Breathless, with not much to say
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| Breathless, with not much to say
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| And I can start to see your smile
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| Out of the blue, tone colored sky
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| While the fireworks are lighting up your eyes
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| And everything is sitting still
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| Paints a picture such a view
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| Which is you, my dear its you
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| After the night is done
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| We start to whisper
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| Our dreams and hopes will keep the stars awake
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| The radio is playing the song
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| That got us up to dance around
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| The record is spinning around and around
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| To the sounds of change
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| And I’m turning the dial
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| (turning, turning, turning, turning)
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| Spinning for reception
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| (spinning, spinning, spinning, spinning)
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| I’m not restless
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| You’re the view
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| The radio is playing our song
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| The radio is playing our song
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| Breathless, with not much to say
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| Breathless, with not much to say
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| You sent me to the top of the world
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| You sent me to the top of the world |