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I had have never thought that breaking from escaping Would ever make me feel that free And above all without faking the engraving Chiseled in the stones that we carry We won't stop dancing upon the moon We won't stop dancing upon the moon Dead is what I felt before we restored The rhythm of our heartbeat Then I found out the more we explore The more we move away from foreign greed We won't stop dancing upon the moon We won't stop dancing upon the moon And our hearts swing until the erasure Of all qualms about where we might end up We won't stop dancing upon the moon From Letras Mania