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Dancing as the World Burns
it’s been some time
since I’ve had the pleasure
guess I get cought up in all the gabble
at the moment I could really careless
if the world's on fire
take my hand
we can play our favorite songs
dance away till the morning comes
the lights are dim in the living room
your eyes are filled with passion
my walk is one of confidence
so let’s say we heal past scars
with swaying of hips
twist and dips
drowning out everything
that keeps us from sweet serenity
each exhale feels like a breath of fresh air
as we start to move our bodies to the beat
tumbling and tripping on each other
we're reminded just how bad of dancers we are
as we fall onto the floor
laughing uncontrollably like children
deciding to stay right where we are
exploring other ways of rhythm
since I’ve had the pleasure
guess I get cought up in all the gabble
at the moment I could really careless
if the world's on fire
take my hand
we can play our favorite songs
dance away till the morning comes
the lights are dim in the living room
your eyes are filled with passion
my walk is one of confidence
so let’s say we heal past scars
with swaying of hips
twist and dips
drowning out everything
that keeps us from sweet serenity
each exhale feels like a breath of fresh air
as we start to move our bodies to the beat
tumbling and tripping on each other
we're reminded just how bad of dancers we are
as we fall onto the floor
laughing uncontrollably like children
deciding to stay right where we are
exploring other ways of rhythm
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