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Borusan KlasikFrancesco Gasparini: Ambleto, Act 1 Scene 8, Nella Mia Sfortunata PrigioniaRoberta Mameli, Franck Emmanuel Comte, Le Concert De L'hostel Dieu
Just a steel town girl on a Saturday night
Looking for the fight of her life
In the real time world no one sees her at all
They all say she's crazy
Locking rhythms to the beat of her heart
Changing moment into light
She has danced into the danger zone
When the dancer becomes the dance
It can cut you like a knife
If the gift becomes the fire
All the while you're stuck between
What's will and what will be
She's a maniac, maniac on the floor
And she's dancing like she never danced before
She's a maniac, maniac on the floor
And she's dancing like she never danced before
On the ice filled line of sanity
It's a place most never see
It's a hard won place of mystery
You can touch it but can't hold it
You work all your life for that moment in time
It can come or pass you by
It's a push of the world but there's always a chance
If the hunger stays alive
There's a cold kinetic heat
Struggling, stretching for the beat
Never stopping
With her hair against the wind
She's a maniac, maniac on the floor
And she's dancing like she never danced before
She's a maniac, maniac on the floor
And she's dancing like she never danced before
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
It can cut you like a knife
If the gift becomes the fire
All the while you're stuck between
What's will and what will be
She's a maniac, maniac at your door
And she's dancing like she never danced before
She's a maniac, maniac at your door
And she's dancing like she never danced before
