my hands are ice it s out of my control it s a change of heights see i wandered off the road but the superstition gotta loosen up the rope see if there s a vision you gotta let it show but i m looking in the mirror i m in the middle staying alive i m trying not to fear her there s too much static she s hard to fight i m hanging the receiver i ll call you later i need to save her and baby if you see her tell her you love her so what is coming it s out of my control you see i ve got no power it s just electrical cords but there s a superstition hang on to the hope if there s a vision you ve gotta let it show but i m looking in the mirror i m in the middle staying alive i m trying not to fear her there s too much static she s hard to fight i m hanging the receiver i ll call you later i need to save her and baby if you see her tell her you love her it s many faces i have seen many ways in which i ve loved bandaged up the broken dove but i still believe that it can soar i believe that in my core or tell me what are we here for i m looking in the mirror i m in the middle staying alive i m trying not to fear her there s too much static she s hard to fight i m hanging the receiver i ll call you later i need to save her and baby if you see her tell her you love her 
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