| She was born at the turn of the century it seems
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| Born from the world to awaken from a dream
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| But it is out of her hands, it was meant to be Oh, you can’t turn back Diana, for it is your destiny
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| And I hope you’re dancing, yeah
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| And I hope you’re dancing, yeah
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| Oh, the love of the world is the wings of the saints
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| But who answer the call when the light is getting faint?
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| But they show you no mercy, the merchants of pain
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| And there is no one alive who isn’t speaking your name
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| And I hope you’re dancing, yeah
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| And I hope you’re dancing, yeah
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| To the music of the angels
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| And the dawning of the day
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| I hope you’re dancing, Diana
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| I hope you’re dancing, Diana
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| Oh, she died at the turn of the century, they say
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| At the end of a chase near the Champs Elysees
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| You will never grow old, you will never be scorned
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| In a flash, in the tunnel and a legend was born
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| And I hope you’re dancing, yeah
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| And I hope you’re dancing, yeah
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| To the music of the angels
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| And the dawning of the day
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| I hope you’re dancing, Diana
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| I hope you’re dancing, Diana
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| I hope you’re dancing, Diana
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| I hope you’re dancing, Diana
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| I hope you’re dancing, Diana |