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Just a still town girl on a saturday night |
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lookin' for the fight of her life |
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In the real-time world no one sees her at all, |
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they all think she's crazy |
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Locking rhythms play to the beat of her heart |
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changing woman into life |
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She has danced into the danger zone |
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when a dancer becomes a dance |
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It can cut you like a knife |
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if the gift becomes the fire |
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on a wire between will and what will be |
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She's a maniac, maniac on the floor |
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and she's dancing like she's never danced before |
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She's a maniac, maniac on the floor |
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and she's dancing like she's never danced before |
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On the ice-built iron sanity |
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is a place that was never seen |
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It's a hard warm place of mystery |
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touch it, but can't hold it |
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You work all your life for that moment in time |
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it could come or pass you by |
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It's a push of the world, |
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but there's always a chance |
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if the hunger stays through the night |
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There's a cold connective heat |
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struggling stetching for defeat |
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Never stopping with her head against the wind |
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She's a maniac, maniac on the floor |
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and she's dancing like she's never danced before |
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She's a maniac, maniac on the floor |
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and she's dancing like she's never danced before |
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It can cut you like a knife |
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if the gift becomes the fire |
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on a wire between will and what will be |
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She's a maniac, maniac on the floor |
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and she's dancing like she's never danced before |
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She's a maniac, maniac on the floor |
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and she's dancing like she's never danced before |
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She's a maniac, maniac on the floor |
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and she's dancing like she's never danced before |
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She's a maniac, maniac on the floor |
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and she's dancing like she's never danced before |
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and she's dancing like she's never danced before |