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The smell of dying shadows, letters filled with flaring words |
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Burnt to hell or ripped to pieces |
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All the dreams that drove you crazy, all the love that you could give |
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Thrown away and gone down the gutter |
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And you need a place to go and you need a place to rest |
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You need something to replace the black hole in your chest |
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Down to the dancefloor and into the glaring lights |
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It's a gravitation breakdown but it's alright |
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Into the fire and on to the open space |
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And you're twirling like a go-go and it's all night long... |
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Venus' buggin' in your stomach, |
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Mars is blazing in your eyes |
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There are things you regret before you do them |
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There's no way to shake off the pain now, there's no way to start again |
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Just the hammer and the beating of the drums |
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Where you dance nobody danced before you |
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They can only stare at you |
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As you're racing with the music to the end of the world |
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Down to the dancefloor... |
