You spin your words like a record in motion,
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step into the party, step out a commotion,
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with stars in your eyes,
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and with fire at your fingertips,
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burn down this city and everyone in it,
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singing, "Oh, we are the dancers!"
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Show me the skyline and I'll show you decadence,
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a subtle reminder of hearts filled with loneliness,
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give me your worst words and I'll bring the sticks and stones,
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I'd hate to use them,
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you can't shake it with broken bones...
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Oh we are the dancers!
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Don't complain if you can't win,
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its just something we live for,
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and we do it well as you'll see by the way that we,
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rock and we roll over state-lines and dollar signs...
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Oh you dance like its your job.
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Sticks, Stones, And Techno
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| All Time Low |
