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Love is just a history that they may prove And when you're gone I'll tell them my religion's you When Punktious comes to kill the king upon his throne I'm ready for their stones I'll dance, dance, dance With my hands, hands, hands Above my head, head, head Like Jesus said I'm gonna dance, dance, dance With my hands, hands, hands above my head Hands together, forgive him before he's dead, because I'll We are not just art for Michelangelo to carve He can't rewrite the aggro of my furied heart I'll wait on mountain tops in Paris, cold J'veux pas mourir toute seule Love is just a history that they may prove And when you're gone I'll tell them my religion's you When Punktious comes to kill the king upon his throne I'm ready for their stones I'll dance, dance, dance With my hands, hands, hands Above my head, head, head Like Jesus said I'm gonna dance, dance, dance With my hands, hands, hands above my head Hands together, forgive him before he's dead, because I'll Dum dum, da-di-da Dum dum, da-di-da-dadda-da-di-da Dum dum, da-di-da Dum dum, da-di-da Dum dum, da-di-da-dadda-da-di-da Dum dum, da-di-da
Writer(s): Fernando Garibay, Stefani Germanotta, William Grigahcine, Paul Blair, Clinton C Sparks Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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