| In a dark and smokey room
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| A shade of webs that leads you to
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| A tattered stage thats worn and gray
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| Another gorl sweats for another day’s wage
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| Oh under a silver moon
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| She leaves her thoughts behind
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| Yesterday’s long gone cold
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| The hourglass of time
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| Lays heavy on her mind
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| Child, blessed with a smile
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| Shivers like a snake, the way she moves
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| Wild, oh so wild
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| Runnin' from her mind, but she always seems to lose
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| Under a silver moon, her eyes will never lie
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| She’s on a trip so long
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| The hourglass of time lays heavy on her mind
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| And there ain’t nothin' you can do
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| Dance, bitch, dance
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| 'Til there’s nothing left to hide
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| Dance, bitch, dance
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| Your mother should have taught you right
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| So wipe your tears away
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| Yeah, nice an' easy now, do it
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| Under a silver moon, her eyes will never lie
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| She’s on a trip so long
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| The hourglass of time lays heavy on her mind
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| And there ain’t nothin' you can do
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| Dance, bitch, dance
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| 'Til there’s nothing left to hide
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| Dance, bitch, dance
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| Your mother should have taught you right
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| So wipe your tears away
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| Dance, bitch, dance
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| 'Til there’s nothing left to hide
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| Dance, bitch, dance
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| Yesterday’s long gone cold
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| Dance, bitch, dance
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| Your mother should have taught you right |