There's a place on Starowka
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Lots of people live there
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Not supposed to, government says no
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But they don't care
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The sirens blare, apocalypse
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Musicians still play on
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They don't know who their god is now
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They only know this song
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In all of Warsaw's grandeur
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In the eyes of the ancient soul
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We call upon our ancestors to sanctify this hall
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They do the dance
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They do the dance of love
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Into each other's arms they fall
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They do the dance of love
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We move into the light
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We go to set our beings free
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We scream our indiscretions
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A glorious reprieve
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Hold me in your last embrace
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Escape the king of doom
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Who will hold our hand through time
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When the rose has lost it's bloom
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In all of Warsaw's grandeur
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In the eyes of the ancient soul
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We call upon our ancestors to sanctify this hall
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We do the dance, we do the dance of love
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Into each other's arms we fall
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We do the dance of love
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Into each other's arms we fall
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We do the dance of love
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Into each other's arms
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We fall, we do the dance
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We do the dance
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We do the dance of love
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Into each other's arms we fall
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We do the dance of love
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Hold me in your last embrace
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Escape the king of doom
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Who will hold our hand through time
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When the dance has left this room.
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The Dance of Love
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| Alannah Myles |
