I sway in place to a slow disco And a glass for the saints and a bow for the road
* Am I thinking what everybody's thinkin'?
I'm so glad I came, but I can't wait to leave
** Slip my hand from your hand Leave you dancin' with a ghost
Slip my hand from your hand Leave you dancin' with a ghost
There's blood in my ears and a fool in the mirror
And the pain of mistakes couldn't get any clearer
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Don't it beat a slow dance to death? Don't it beat a slow dance to death?
Don't it beat a slow dance to death? Don't it beat a slow dance to death?
Don't it beat a slow dance to death? Don't it beat a slow dance to death?