the bottle is the spotlight
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and explodes into a fire
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we're all following you baby
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cuz were sure you'll take us higher
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there's a women weaving back and forth
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beside me, trying her hardest not to fall
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she's going down. she hit the ground
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No one seems to care at all
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There's people dying everwhere
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while their simply standing still
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in the arena of the sword
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that all the gladiators kill
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(repeat)
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AND we love to watch
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you say you'll take me somewhere
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but where are you going tonight
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cuz if you're heading into the darkness again
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i think i'd rather stay in the light
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Passion and the smell of smoke
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are worn out blanket for our fears
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they're an attemp to excercise the pain
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that's been within us all these years
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and there's a primative game of boy meet girl
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in a sea of alcohol
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and there sex they try to stay afloat
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while their spirits take a fall
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There's people dying everwhere
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while their simply standing still
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in the arena of the sword
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that all the gladiators kill
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(repeat)
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AND we love to watch
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you say you'll take me somewhere
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but where are you going tonight
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cuz if you're heading into the darkness again
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i think i'd rather stay in the light
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To the Singer on the Stage
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| Waterdeep |
