Music: Lynch
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Lyrics: Logan, Brown, Lynch, Esposito
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In a dark and smokey room
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A shade of webs that leads you to
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A tattered stage thats worn and gray
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Another gorl sweats for another day's wage
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Oh under a silver moon
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She leaves her thoughts behind
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Yesterday's long gone cold
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The hourglass of time
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Lays heavy on her mind
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Child, blessed with a smile
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Shivers like a snake, the way she moves
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Wild, oh so wild
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Runnin' from her mind, but she always seems to lose
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Under a silver moon, her eyes will never lie
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She's on a trip so long
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The hourglass of time lays heavy on her mind
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And there ain't nothin' you can do
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Dance, bitch, dance
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'Til there's nothing left to hide
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Dance, bitch, dance
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Your mother should have taught you right
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So wipe your tears away
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Yeah, nice an' easy now, do it
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Under a silver moon, her eyes will never lie
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She's on a trip so long
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The hourglass of time lays heavy on her mind
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And there ain't nothin' you can do
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Dance, bitch, dance
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'Til there's nothing left to hide
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Dance, bitch, dance
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Your mother should have taught you right
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So wipe your tears away
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Dance, bitch, dance
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'Til there's nothing left to hide
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Dance, bitch, dance
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Yesterday's long gone cold
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Dance, bitch, dance
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Your mother should have taught you right
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Dance of the Dogs
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Lynch Mob |