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Nov 2011
Dance the day away
     Into the night we'll stay
          Twisted times call for twisted measures
               A tango with our sick pleasures
                    Start a fire, start a fight
               Step by step through the night
          A hurricane to break the glass
     A massacre to add some sass
First you shoot and then I'll fire
     What to choke with? Rope or Wire?
          One step, two step, three steps to shame
               This is our favorite little game
          Push and pull, you lead I'll follow
      Put the corpse into the hollow
  You're the Bonnie to my Clyde
Dancing always by my side
Elizabeth A Babin
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Elizabeth A Babin
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