Now everyone is dancing, the rhythm is intoxicating,
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People crowded inside the circle, moving beautifully
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and waiting for something to happen.
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Maybe tomorrow the answer will come, the way will become clear.
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Blurry smiles, come what may,
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hands in the air, drops of sweat on the chest,
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And sometimes I ask her of all people
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If we are really happy or just desperate?
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The lights are flashing, whatever happens
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Hands in the air, drops of sweat on the chest
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And it's raining outside or on the face
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But what does it matter now?
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Now everyone is dancing.
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Now everyone is dancing, even God is there
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and all the important people of the city, the priests of thought,
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They are seriously addicted to melody,
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Today we can no longer find the words
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And the chorus will come in a moment
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Blurry smiles, come what may,
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hands in the air, drops of sweat on the chest,
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And sometimes I ask her of all people
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If we are really happy or just desperate?
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the lights are flashing, come what may,
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and hands in the air, drops of sweat on the chest,
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And it's raining outside or on the face
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But what does it matter now,
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Now everyone is dancing.
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at the end of the road at the end of time,
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Someone will have to say where
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But the path will be far,
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From every house from every beach.
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at the end of the road at the end of time,
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Someone will say where
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But then the path will be far,
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From every house from every beach
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And it's such a long race,
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I don't know the end
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And we will stand there exhausted
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But we will always dance. |