| There’s a storm rising in the west tonight
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| The clouds coil black and fat
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| The lightening flickers like a serpent’s tongue
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| And the static screeches and burns
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| You can feel the power rising
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| Curling through your soul
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| It’s a whiplash dance, the truth laid bare
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| And no lover’s kiss will hold you now
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| On a night like this… on a night like this
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| You could tear down the whole world
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| The energy cracks from your fingertips
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| And the moonlight fills your eyes
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| Muscles pull tight aching to explode
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| As the tension swirls and builds
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| You dance through the thickening darkness
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| Driven by the electric charge
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| Howling like a banshee
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| Grinning like a wolf
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| On a night like this… on a night like this
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| It’s the power of the bright and dark
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| There’s «Don't Touch» written all over you
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| You’re dynamite with a smouldering fuse
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| But it’s joy, and it’s passion
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| And it’s savage, and it’s good…
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| And if they’re scared?
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| Well, it spurs you on
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| To be laughing and strong
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| To be fierce and barbaric and fine
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| On a night like this… on a night like this… |