| It’s no shot in the dark
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| And no trick of the lights
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| You tease me, adore me
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| Talking dirty, sitting pretty
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| Lay me down and anoint my wounds
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| Dust up, bust up, let’s get down to the nitty-gritty
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| You call on favours promised and sworn
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| Changing names and changing places
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| The blade digs deep
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| And the cut begins to sting
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| There’s more to this than reason
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| Or the old familiar rhythm and rhyme
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| Take me shake me lead me
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| To the floor and hey let’s swing
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| And the dance goes on
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| And the dance goes on and on
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| And the dance goes on
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| And the dance goes on and on and on and on
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| We’re going up in flames
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| We’re burning up in a blaze of glory
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| Don’t put fire into the hands
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| Of the weak and faint, the weak and frail
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| Tripping the light fantastic
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| Let’s celebrate our great escape
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| For goodness sake, it’s all the same
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| The sinner and saint, heaven and hell
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| And the dance goes on
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| And the dance goes on and on
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| And the dance goes on
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| And the dance goes on and on and on and on
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| We’re going up in flames
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| We’re burning up in a blaze of glory
|
| Don’t put fire into the hands
|
| Of the weak and faint, the weak and frail
|
| Tripping the light fantastic
|
| Let’s celebrate our great escape
|
| For goodness sake, it’s all the same
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| The sinner and saint, heaven and hell
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| And the dance goes on
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| And the dance goes on and on
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| And the dance goes on
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| And the dance goes on and on and on and on |