| Turning 'round as if in flight
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| I sense your breath cut like a knife
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| A thousand shadows all in pain
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| What they feel (fear?) must be the same
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| The tension’s mounting (mounted?) with the tide
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| I see the heat rise to the sky
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| I search the faces for a clue
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| A thousand hate (s), some laughter too
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| The flames were dancing as the people shouted
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| The streets they were alive as the stage was mounted
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| A thousand cries of jubilation
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| From the throes of this great people’s nation
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| And as our bridges burned to dust
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| A useless theme was quite enough
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| I felt as you, one with the night
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| Someone’s calling in the night
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| I start to think, I start to cry
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| The choice is always mine
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| But I’m too scared to dance (judge?)
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| But I’m too scared to dance (judge?)
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| But I’m too scared to dance (judge?)
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| But I’m too scared to dance (judge?)
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| Turning 'round as if in flight
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| I sense your breath cut like a knife
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| A thousand shadows all in pain
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| What they feel (fear?) must be the same
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| Someone’s calling in the night
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| Someone’s calling in the night
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| Someone’s calling in the night
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| Someone’s calling in the night |