(a. bell / v. clarke)

Don't be naive
Don't deny what you see.
Where lies the truth? 
Hidden deepin-between.
Dance through the night
From sublime to extreme.
Lift your voices high
From a whisper to a scream.

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Dance through the night
From sublime to extreme.
Lift your voices high
From a whisper to a scream.
You hang your head down low
Like a slave to the scene.
But you'd be pretty and pure
Wrapped uphip in your teens.

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There has to be a little passion in your life.
You've got to put the world to rights
Before too long. (before too long)
When I was young I thought that everything was good
But how it slowly fades away...

I'll be going away soon
Through the warm
Whoa ooh... (going away soon)
To the warm.
Whoa ooh...
Don't be naive
Don't deny what you see.
Where lies the truth? 
Hidden deepin-between.

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