| Claire
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| Just a steel town girl on a Saturday night
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| Looking for the fight of her life
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| In the real time world no one sees her at all
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| They all say she’s crazy
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| Marjorie
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| Locking rythms to the beat of her heart
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| Changing movement into light
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| She has danced into the danger zone
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| When the dancer becomes the dance
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| Coralie
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| It can cut you like a knife
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| If the gift becomes the fire
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| On the wire between will and what will be
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| She’s a maniac maniac on the floor
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| And she’s dancing like she’s never danced before
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| She’s a maniac maniac on the floor
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| And she’s dancing like she’s never danced before
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| Alexandra
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| On the ice bleu line of insanity
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| Is a place most never see
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| It’s a hard won place of mystery
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| Touch it but can’t hold it
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| Lydy
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| You work all your life for that moment in time
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| It can come or pass you by
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| It’s a push, shove world but there’s always a chance
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| If the hunger stays the night
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| Coralie
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| There’s a cold kinetic heat
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| Struggling, stretching for the peak
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| Never stopping with her head against the wind
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| She’s a maniac maniac on the floor
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| And she’s dancing like she’s never danced before
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| She’s a maniac maniac on the floor
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| And she’s dancing like she’s never danced before
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| Coralie
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| It can cut you like a knife
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| If the gift becomes the fire
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| On the wire between will and what will be
 | 
| She’s a maniac maniac on the floor
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| And she’s dancing like she’s never danced before
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| She’s a maniac maniac on the floor
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| And she’s dancing like she’s never danced before |