Текст песни Secret Service - When The Dancer You Have Loved Walks Out The Door

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It was a simple story of provocation No claim of aim no glory - just degradation That might be an answer fading away Crawling like a shadow wanting to stay Oh-oh It was a simple story Burning heart too learning When you tip-top cross the floor It's hard to face a music When the dancer you have loved walks out the door Burning heart too learning Like I froze on picture frame No one else can help me stop the pain There's not a hint of priesting, no investigation At dance my mind resisting to much citation All that midnight fair dolls sharing my bed Mixing up the reasons inside my head Oh-oh It was a simple story Burning heart too learning When you tip-top cross the floor It's hard to face a music When the dancer you have loved walks out the door Burning heart too learning When you tip-top cross the floor It's hard to face a music When the dancer you have loved walks out the door No one else can help me stop the pain Burning heart too learning When you tip-top cross the floor It's hard to face a music When the dancer you have loved walks out the door Burning heart too learning Like I froze on picture frame No one else can help me stop the pain

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