| Down the side streets and the avenue
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| There be sisters walkin two by two
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| Their dresses and their shoes are new
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| But their hearts are weary thru and thru
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| And its a long way into the light of the day
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| While the juke box and the radio play
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| Where the days turn into the nights
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| People move into the sounds and sights
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| Like the moth is drawn into the lights
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| Like the tight-rope walker into the heights
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| Its in their hearts, its in their hips,
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| Its in their feet, its on their lips
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| Tonights the night Im gonna make you mine
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| Gonna dance right out onto the edge of time
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| When the sound starts pumpin
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| And the lights are flashin
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| And my hearts-a-thumpin
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| And I feel the passion
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| And the world is right there waiting
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| At my finger tips
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| Disco… apocalypse
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| In the dawn the city seems to sigh
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| And the hungry hear their children cry
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| People watch the time go by They do their jobs and live and die
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| And in their dreams they rise above
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| By strength, or hate, or luck, or love
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| Tonights the night Im gonna make you mine
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| Gonna dance right out onto the edge of time
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| When the world starts turnin
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| And the dreams are burnin
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| And the skies awaken
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| Through the wind and the fire
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| They will be dancing still
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| Its in their hearts, its in their hips,
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| Its in their feet, its on their lips
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| A single sound that never ends
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| They die each night and live again
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| Im gonna make you mine
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| Tonights the night
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| Out on the edge of time
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| With the dreams of flesh and love dancing in my mind
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| Dancing through the fire on the edge of time |