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Victims Of The Dance
Feel like Cassandra dancing The last dance of the bones dancing In spite of sudden death as if at last
She knew in a breath We'll all be dancing on our own With no past, with no regrets
But Cassandra had problems She denied a God love (We are all victims of the dance) And He ruined her gift of prophecy
She could see it all But no one believed her, no one believed her (We are all victims of the dance) No one believed her when she said We are all victims of the dance
And seeing the future Foreseeing the future Foreseeing the future's not for us It's unimaginable
Out of the black the faces come faster Than the vague slips into sleep eyes rolled Back in pain from unconsidered sources The waves of shock when you realize where you've been
Faces you slighted razoring the hours (We are all victims of the dance) Like you do with that self-marauding Edge of ineptitude that calls it all back
(We are all victims of the dance) For one last questioning (We are all victims) One last questioning
We can't see the stoplights Can't see the stoplights With no fore or hindsight We just go blind
We are all victims of the dance We are all victims of the dance Victims of the dance
We met at a dance Was it my dream or yours? Who knows 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 It was so long ago
It hit me Friday evening stained with purple mirth The longer you stay away the crazier I get Crowded at faceless parties so gutted and sunk Winking at the warm bodies, taking deception for granted
Trying to dance just an immortal ghost (We are all victims of the dance) Trying to dance just an immortal ghost (We are all victims of the dance) (Victims of the dance)
Who fall and recover Fall and recover And fail to discover First things first
With an unquenchable thirst we drink (Let's have another drink on the host) (Let's have another drink on the host)
We are all victims of the dance We are all victims of the dance Victims of the dance
Millions are living Millions are living And millions are dying Without a chance
It's no romance
The dance goes on, the natives get down The slit-eyed cats go wild, the shit faced boy We are rolling with each other their and their sisters too Everyone is too well dressed, too friendly, too serious (We are all victims of the dance)
You are too serious, you are too serious (We are all victims of the dance) You are too serious, you are too serious (We are all victims of the dance)
Just like Cassandra Just like Cassandra We dance like Cassandra To the end
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