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(g.brooker / k.reid / m.noble) |
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Rings around the crescent moon |
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Passions rise from basement rooms |
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Fountains play and worlds collide |
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We gently swing and sway from side to side |
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Dancers in perpetual motion |
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Slip an' sliding across the floor |
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Ships our on a moonlit ocean |
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Sailin' t'ward a distant shore |
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Star-crossed lovers they spoon and swim |
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The laughing gods they just reel them in |
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Hostages they're tempting fate |
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See them wait down on the line to take the bait |
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Dancers in perpetual motion |
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Slip an' sliding across the floor |
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Ships our on a moonlit ocean |
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Sailin' t'ward a distant shore |
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The simple stuff we build our dreams upon |
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Waxing, waning, now it's almost gone |
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Passion plays the sweetest tune |
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These velvet days are gone far too soon |
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Dancers in perpetual motion |
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Slip an' sliding across the floor |
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Ships our on a moonlit ocean |
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Sailin' t'ward a distant shore |
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We spend our nights on silken sheets |
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We play for gold but not for keeps |
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Dancers in perpetual motion |
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Slip an' sliding across the floor |
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Ships our on a moonlit ocean |
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Sailin' t'ward a distant shore |