| We came to dance
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| Making moves from a passion play
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| The ties that bind us just slip away
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| We came to dance
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| The piper calls out a different rhyme
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| He cracks the whip and we step in time
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| Standing as the parade goes passing by I hear a voice around me cry
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| Like the sound of distant drums
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| Rejected and alone
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| A heart without a home
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| And someone said
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| We came to dance
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| Making moves from a passion play
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| The ties that bind us just slip away
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| We came to dance
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| The piper calls out a different rhyme
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| He cracks the whip and we step in time
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| We came to dance
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| Waiting as the panic grips my hand
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| Hearing prose from high command
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| Like a million times before
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| No dignity or grace
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| It’s the prize and not the race
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| And someone said
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| We came to dance
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| Making moves from a passion play
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| The ties that bind us just slip away
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| We came to dance
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| The piper calls out a different rhyme
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| He cracks the whip and we step in time
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| We came to dance
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| We came to dance
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| Making moves from a passion play
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| The ties that bind us just slip away
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| «Take what you can», they said
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| «Take it while you may.
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| But keep in mind the penalty fits the crime
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| And it deals no softened blow.»
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| We came to dance
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| Making moves from a passion play
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| The ties that bind us just slip away
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| We came to dance
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| The piper calls out a different rhyme
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| He cracks the whip and we step in time |