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Just a steel 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 say she's crazy |
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Locking rhythms 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, 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-build iron sanity is a place most never see |
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It's a hard warm place of mystery, touch it, but can't hold it |
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You work all your life for that moment in time, it could come or pass you by |
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It's a push of the world, but there's always a chance |
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If the hunger stays the night |
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There's a cold connective heat, struggling, stretching for defeat |
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Never stopping with her head against the wind |
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She's a maniac, maniac, I sure know |
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And she's dancing like she's never danced before |
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She's a maniac, maniac, I sure know |
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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, 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, I sure know |
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And she's dancing like she's never danced before |
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She's a maniac, maniac, I sure know |
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And she's dancing like she's never danced before |
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Maniac, maniac, I sure know |
