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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.