Life is dust
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and the sun on the waves,
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snow and dirt.
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Sugar replaces the whip,
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numbness lust
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we are sweat and clay.
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As night approaches,
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you have pagan blood in your veins,
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when night comes,
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you can already hear drums and singing.
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As they dance in the dark,
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as they dance in the dark.
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You sleep badly at night
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and you're not one step closer,
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your dream is fading.
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Another beautiful day
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you bloom outside the window
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you want to keep flying than birds.
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As night approaches,
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you have pagan blood in your veins,
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when night comes,
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you can already hear drums and singing.
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As they dance in the dark,
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how they dance in the dark
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how they dance in the dark
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as they dance in the dark.
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The day will divide us,
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glass and steel,
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barbed wire.
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The devil in the machine,
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those hearts will be cut,
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rusty chisel.
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As night approaches,
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you have pagan blood in your veins,
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when night comes,
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you can already hear drums and singing.
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As they dance in the dark,
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how they dance in the dark
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how they dance in the dark
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as they dance in the dark.
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What you feel, what you see,
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what you hear, otherwise you perceive,
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what you are looking for and what you are watching,
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what you say and what you sing,
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what you open what you close
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where did you come from and where are you looking
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where you stand and where you fly,
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what do you live for and why do you die? |