turning 'round as if in flight
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I sense your breath cut like a knife
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a thousand shadows all in pain
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what they feel (fear?) must be the same
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the tension's mounting (mounted?) with the tide
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I see the heat rise to the sky
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I search the faces for a clue
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a thousand hate(s), some laughter too
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the flames were dancing as the people shouted
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the streets they were alive as the stage was mounted
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a thousand cries of jubilation
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from the throes of this great people's nation
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and as our bridges burned to dust
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a useless theme was quite enough
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I felt as you, one with the night
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someone's calling in the night
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I start to think, I start to cry
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the choice is always mine
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but I'm too scared to dance (judge?)
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but I'm too scared to dance (judge?)
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but I'm too scared to dance (judge?)
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but I'm too scared to dance (judge?)
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turning 'round as if in flight
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I sense your breath cut like a knife
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a thousand shadows all in pain
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what they feel (fear?) must be the same
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someone's calling in the night
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someone's calling in the night
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someone's calling in the night
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someone's calling in the night
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Someone's Calling
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| Modern English |
