| When we dance, it looks just like fire
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| When we sing, it sounds the same tone
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| We all have hearts, we all have homes
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| But when we die, we die alone
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| Oh, what a mess, as everything descends
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| Oh, what a mess, but everything amends
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| Such it was so long ago
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| We always tried but failed
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| And now with new found consciousness
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| We stand here waiting, waiting to die
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| Oh, what a mess, as everything descends
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| Oh, what a mess, but everything amends
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| One of these days, you will learn to love again
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| One of these days, he will learn to love again
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| One of these days, he will learn to love again
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| One of these days, he will learn to love again
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| One of these days, he will learn to love again
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| One of these days, he will learn to love again
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| One of these days, you will learn to love again
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| One of these days, he will learn to love…
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| When we dance, it looks just like fire
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| When we sing, it sounds the same tone
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| We all have hearts, we all have homes
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| But when we die, we die alone
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| When we die, we die… |