I'm wrong I'm wrong I'm wrong I don't know, why i take, it out on you Could you dance in the black light of my glow Could you dance in the white light of the snow I'm wrong I'm wrong I'm wrong My hair, recedes, from the horns Could you dance in the black light of my glow Could you dance in the white light of the snow In other words, it takes what it takes Got wrong Got wrong Got wrong My hair, recedes, from the horns In other words, it takes what it takes In other words, it takes what it takes In other words, it takes what it takes To rely, on another one Its our last chance To help each other
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