| Every night we walk the line
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| Every time we step out of the shadows
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| People pass by, always onto the next
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| With a dead heart, yeah, they’re full of regret
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| They got sad eyes, empty promises
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| We don’t need 'em
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| We don’t stop!
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| Until mascara’s on the dance floor
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| We say, «No!»
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| Joan of Arc is on the dance floor
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| At the stake, we don’t fight the flames
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| Are you born in vain if you die your savior?
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| People pass by, always onto the next
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| With a dead heart, yeah, they’re full of regret
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| They got sad eyes, empty promises
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| We don’t stop!
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| Until mascara’s on the dance floor
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| We say, «No!»
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| Joan of Arc is on the dance floor
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| Knights in armor hide under eyeliner
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| Lights are low, the night will take us higher
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| We don’t stop
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| We say, «No!»
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| We don’t stop!
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| Until mascara’s on the dance floor (We don’t stop)
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| We say, «No!»
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| Joan of Arc is on the dance floor
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| Knights in armor hide under eyeliner
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| Lights are low, the night will take us higher |