She was a smart girl, young girl, loved to dance
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In fact she did it every time she had the chance
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She learned the moves, like
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Studied bale when she went to school
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And she could pirouette, balance, she could jump and spin and
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But her soul felt lost, heart was lost
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Like she was dancing inside of someone else's box
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So she arched her back, felt to the floor
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Cause that's what express the emotion more
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Sometimes you gotta draw outside the line
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Become the dance that's inside your mind
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Gotta dance, like Martha dance,
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Like Martha dance, like Martha dance
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Dance, like Martha dance,
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Like Martha dance, like Martha dance
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And then the day came, Martha started the school
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She taught the dancers how to dance beyond the rules
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World war 2, the great depression,
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All could a part in her imagination
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All the costumes, all the props
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Were just another way to make the audience's heart stop
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These actors, dancers, part of the play
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And Martha dancecould feel the day
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All the heartache, all the joy
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Expressing the moves of these girls and boys
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If you could dance your fear, would you take the chance?
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Cause that's how Martha chose to dance
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Gotta dance, like Martha dance,
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Like Martha dance, like Martha dance
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Dance, like Martha dance,
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Like Martha dance, like Martha dance
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[Guitar solo]
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Gotta dance, like Martha dance,
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Like Martha dance, like Martha dance
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Dance, like Martha dance,
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Like Martha dance, like Martha dance.
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Martha Graham
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| Ellis Paul |
