| After the death of a thousand kisses
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| Comes the catacomb of tongues
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| Who can spit the meanest venom
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| From the poison of their lungs
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| Cruelest dance is the razor dance
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| Circle in and circle around
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| He said, she said, she said, he said
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| Thrill to put the other one down
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| The razor dance, the razor dance
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| This time, gone too far
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| This time, can’t heal the scar
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| I want to break out of this spin
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| But gravity’s pulling me in
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| The razor dance, the razor dance
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| What flies straighter than an arrow
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| What cuts deeper than a lance
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| Your wit may shine on the withering line
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| Cruelest dance is the razor dance
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| The razor dance, the razor dance
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| Blood boils, tears burn
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| Some people never learn
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| If time could crawl back in its shell
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| And mischievous tongues could untell
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| But that’s not the meaning of Hell
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| Take your partners for the razor dance
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| Take your partners for the razor dance
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| Take your partners for the razor dance
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| The razor dance
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| The razor dance, the razor dance |