All I ever want to do is dance these days.
In circles.
Up a storm.
On your grave.
Dance, dance, dance.
Wearing my walking boots now
and
the music is in the air
Finally just the right beat
And you have no one left to deceive
Leave. Leave. Leave
The beat goes on
And I am off to celebrate
A brand new noise
A sound so sweet
The click clack bounce back of
Inevitability.
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