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The atmosphere's strange out on the town |
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Music for pleasure, it's not music no more |
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Music to dance to, music to move |
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This is music to march to |
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It's a wardance, a wardance |
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Look at the victim scrawled on the wall |
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You know the, the reason |
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Outside the door you got something |
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Nasty in your mind, trying to get out |
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It's a wardance, a wardance |
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We walk round the pitch, honesty is sick |
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Try to be honest, look what you get |
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The food runs short and then the money talks |
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One way out, your premonition is correct |
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A wardance |
