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 The sight of ferris wheels and bright lights 
Gets me all rallied up 
You know I'll be there 
And amongst a million people, I see your face and you walk by 
(Don't turn around) 
I'm forced to see you 
But deep down I love it 
So far away, but 
I still see you coming, alright 
Hopefully we run into each other. 
You just never know 
We might dance slow 
At somebody's wedding that we used to know 
At a picture show, at a funeral 
You're two rows behind me and it's hard to not turn around 
(Bringing up the past starts a real big fire) 
(Make a girl fly like a bird on a wire) 
Don't turn around 
(Bringing up the past starts a real big fire) 
(Make a girl fly like a bird on a wire) 
I love this time of year, the night lights look like the fourth of july 
Not quite america, but bright enough for me to see you in the crowd 
Small enough for me to watch you walk on by 
It's pressure on my eyes 
(Don't turn around) 
I'm forced to see you 
But deep down I love it 
So far away, but 
I still see you coming, alright 
Let it go 
Hopefully we run into each other. 
You just never know 
We might dance slow 
At somebody's wedding that we used to know 
At a picture show, at a funeral 
You're two rows behind me and it's hard to not turn around 
(Bringing up the past starts a real big fire) 
(Make a girl fly like a bird on a wire) 
Don't turn around 
(Bringing up the past starts a real big fire) 
(Make a girl fly like a bird on a wire) 
Oh, something good better come out of this 
I don't even know how to exist 
Like it or not, I'm a minute away 
Swallow my tongue and it hurts every day 
Wearing the jacket you bought in '06 
How do you keep it together like this 
Never again, I'm a nervous wreck 
Please don't repeat anything that I said. 
I'm forced to see you 
But deep down I love it 
So far away, but 
I still see you coming, alright 
Let it go, let it go 
Hopefully we run into each other. 
You just never know 
We might dance slow 
At somebody's wedding that we used to know 
At a picture show, at a funeral 
You're two rows behind me and it's hard to not turn around 
(Bringing up the past starts a real big fire) 
(Make a girl fly like a bird on a wire) 
Don't turn around 
(Bringing up the past starts a real big fire) 
(Make a girl fly like a bird on a wire) 
Let it go, let it go 
Let it go, let it go. 
            
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