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Gytrash
Caught in a night city dream,
Down a seedy alleyway,
Caught between dimensions on a moonbeam,
Dreaming away....
Drawn to a life without stife,
In a world made of steel,
Dancing for your life,
Not sure anymore what's really real....
Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming,
Dancing, dancing, dancing...
Alone, but never lonely,
The party-goers never say a word to you, but they keep you company,
As they come and go around you....
Caught between the past and present,
During the liveliest time, the dead of night,
The time, mysterious, and ancient,
That fills others with fright, but for people like us, is right....
Dreaming down the street knowing not how you got there...
Like a lightning flash,
Drawn to the neon flair,
Lured? Or guided, by the gytrash?
Down a seedy alleyway,
Caught between dimensions on a moonbeam,
Dreaming away....
Drawn to a life without stife,
In a world made of steel,
Dancing for your life,
Not sure anymore what's really real....
Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming,
Dancing, dancing, dancing...
Alone, but never lonely,
The party-goers never say a word to you, but they keep you company,
As they come and go around you....
Caught between the past and present,
During the liveliest time, the dead of night,
The time, mysterious, and ancient,
That fills others with fright, but for people like us, is right....
Dreaming down the street knowing not how you got there...
Like a lightning flash,
Drawn to the neon flair,
Lured? Or guided, by the gytrash?
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