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I, for some time, watched as from under the rubble you climbed That look in your apocalyptic eye; so beautiful, vague and sublime. And how your feet just seem to glide. I admire how you can just drop it all and dance round I'd be ashamed of my bellyaching and crying They have nothing still survived and will forever How many times. But on a smile. beat while we're dancing. How many times. But on a smile. beat while we're dancing. You can entertain any time (Disaster revealing question in mind) I get too lost in the brown, tall dancer... We will rise from the, from the dead, we rise (And dance on our own grave) We will rise from the, from the dead, we rise (The answer in the party)