The people throwing pennies in my soup Expecting me to be ashamed of you Now my needs are growing and I'm groping round I am really groping round We didn't break until the morning One dramatic glance Now it's too late to want your freedom It wasn't my idea to dance The prince of thunder gave his warning speech His talons dared to grasp you from my reach Once again you clutch me to your warming breast Now I lay me down to rest We didn't break until the morning One dramatic glance Now it's too late to want your freedom It wasn't my idea to dance As dawn is nearing I'm hearing tearful music So I have given you the will to weep For now you're at your last and final peak Dangerously the past it explodes about by ears Loudly ringing through my ears We didn't break until the morning One dramatic glance Now it's too late to want your freedom It wasn't my idea to dance It wasn't my idea to dance
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