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She folds her hands Into the shape of a building that's crumbling down They look away in the name of grace Instead of facing the shame Burned by the bright of the night Something back inside She dances in the spotlight She's waiting for the right time She folds her hands Into the shape of a building that's crumbling down They look away in the name of grace Instead of facing the shame Lay down your life Burned by the bright of the night Sell me back in Walking out into the night Is it all you think you see Careful not to be polite Nothing's handed out for free Dancer Throw your legs a little more Sister Bore a hole into the floor From Letras Mania