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yes we're walking in circles
balancing on a razor
watching the night turn true
as your dress falls to hit the floor
i see you framed in the light
your hair tastes like roses
watching the night turn true
as your dress falls to hit the floor
[instrumental break]
[one chorus and verse]
help me, i seem to be melting
in a puddle by the door
watching the night turn true
as your dress falls to hit the floor