There's an army on the dance floor
It's a fashion with a gun my love
Love my way, It's a new road
I follow where my mind goes
They'd put us on a railroad
They'd dearly make us pay
For laughing in their faces
There's emptiness behind their eyes
There's dust in all their hearts
They just want to steal us all
Love my way, it's a new road
I follow where my mind goes (x3)
Swallow all your tears my love
You can never win or lose
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