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Decrease the light, increase the smiles... a familiar beat is swarming the art. |
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Soothing movement that help the evening come to a halt. |
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Lifetime achievement... |
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Lifetime achievement the looks on their faces make it worthwhile. |
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The sawying of the oecan, swaying of your hips... shivering as your lover's caress touches your lips. |
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Perfect world and perfcet lives, we have the soundtrack for their futures. |
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The seawater smell in the cold outside world seems to be enchanting the room. |
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The chatter of riches keeping the beat, as the sea seems to freeze. |
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The brisk air seems to make out heart colder. |
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The dimming lights makes the smiling faces sparser. |
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The dimming lights makes the smiling faces sparser. |
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The dimming lights makes the smiling faces sparser. |
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The dimming lights makes the smiling faces sparser. |
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The dancing smiles seem to have halted with a silent scream. |
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The prefect life torn apart in a matter of seconds... |
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I hear their screams and cries... |
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I know now that |
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I'm the only one who possesses true happiness. |
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Leep the beat, we tap our feet... screams add a new feel to what we've, to what we perfected so dear. |
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We'll play to our deaths for we posses true happniess. |
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We are finally free. |
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Dying with our one passion, music: the greatest wealth of them all. |
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We must play on. |
