| Her world came crashing down
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| And all that it contained
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| A million pieces of dreams
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| Coming apart at the seams
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| But she twists and she whirls
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| Dismissing it all away
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| Wasn’t quite the same
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| As it was yesterday
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| Her night begins the day
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| Why think, when we can play
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| I find it so hard to find
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| A certain dress of that kind
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| As she twists and she whirls
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| And she dances it all away
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| The problems persist
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| They won’t go away
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| She twists and she whirls
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| Dancing it all away
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| Would rather see the night
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| Than the reason of the day
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| I find it so hard to find
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| Any reason to this kind
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| As she twists and she whirls
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| And she dances it all away
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| The problems persist
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| They won’t go away
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| She twists and she whirls
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| Dancing it all away
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| Would rather see the night
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| Than the reason of the day |