| Death is on the dancefloor
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| Has he call to bring you back
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| With him this time
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| You go through his steps and footings
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| But no matter what
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| It’s simply not your time
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| Death is on the dancefloor
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| But he seems to move much slower
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| Than you do
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| For all the steps that you were taken
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| Fades are bordeline
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| That’s only made by youth
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| Your only hope is youth
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| Don’t you step between my territory
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| Cause I need to see you
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| And I need to hold you too
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| Don’t let life tear us apart
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| Death is at the table
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| Has he finally caught up
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| With all the things you say
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| No matter how you chose to phrase it
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| Know this conversation
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| Only ends one way
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| Cause I need to see you
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| And I need to hold you too
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| Don’t let life tear us apart
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| Don’t you step between my territory
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| Don’t step between my territory
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| Don’t you step between my territory
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| Don’t you step between my territory
|
| Don’t step between my territory
|
| Don’t you step between my territory
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| Cause I need to see you
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| And I need to hold you too
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| Don’t let life tear us apart |