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How fickle it is The advantage of memory S'rethorical anyway I swear the dust motes Hung like high notes In the air, in the air There's a place I've never been to Where I always get stuck in However will I tell If you wanna dance Or if you want a chance To leave You're welcome to leave But not if it's up to me Forget it I swear this slow song Was played in the hope You'd be here There's a place I've never been to Where I always get stuck in However will I tell If you wanna dance Or if you want a chance To leave There's a place I've never been to Where I always get stuck in However will I tell If you wanna dance Or if you want a chance To leave