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Slave to the Rave

Tonight I wore my fishnets,
My fluffy boots and a neon minidress
That clings in all the right places.
We found a hidden Elysium, in the woods
Some ten miles out of town. Word of mouth.
Arriving, we could hear the party for miles.

A low, pulsating rumble
Like rhythmic thunder – a party of the Gods.
Chatter, yells and laughter, whistles and horns
Through the trees we could feel the vibe closing in
Hundreds of loved up people with hands to heaven
X-tatic ravers moving to the beat of the drums
Melodies and lyrics, exploding in waves of pure hedonism

I look at you and you smile...you look amazing...then you take my hand.

Together we move, swaying in time to the blazing beat of the kick drum
We dance like life has no other meaning. Like it's what we were born to do
(and baby, you dance like no other)
We grow XTC wings and fly away, into the starry night
Floating on a cool breeze, rushing and rolling in unison

The atmosphere unravels us, takes us under its spell
The bass speaks to us
All of us
This is a dream and we are the dreamers
All of us
Become slaves to the rave
All of us

  WE  ARE  ONE
Written by RaverBee
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