| Everybody saw you through the window
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| They saw colors drip from your eyes
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| And later that night we caught you dancing with yourself
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| And tortured souls fell down from the skies
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| Down the stairs waiting for your friends to
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| pick up all the stuff you have gathered through
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| the years and never meant to buy
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| Further down you got lost in cellars with your ugly friend
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| waiting for the moment to say: «Nothing stays the same!»
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| So we dance and we dance and we dance to the music in here
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| I feel alive, I feel alive!
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| And everybody saw us making love to our future selves
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| They saw colors drip from our bones
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| Everybody saw you through the window
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| They saw colors drip from your eyes
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| And later that night we crossed the point of no return
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| And nothing stayed the same
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| Down the stairs waiting for your friends to
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| pick up all the stuff you have gathered through
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| the years and never meant to buy
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| Further down you got lost in cellars —
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| watch the worms survive eating all your fingers
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| screaming: «Nothing stays the same!»
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| So dance hard and wear all your skin like a beautiful charade
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| Just dance hard and wear all your skin
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| in the colors of blue and pink
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| So come on, dance hard and wear all your skin
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| in the treason of your decay
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| Yeah, come on, dance so hard and wear all your skin —
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| there’s no Bible in your hand!
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| So come on, dance hard and wear all your skin
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| in the treason of me — in the treason of your skin! |