Big Dans Floor
Licking the glass between the DJ and me
Dancing on the clouds where we both are so free
Give me a brush and I will paint you the sky
Give me a pen and I will write you a lie
Give me the dance floor
the music and the truth
I will show you who you are
when living out your youth
I choose this confusion
and I choose not to run
Let’s see what this really is
and make the separate one
Hold on to what you have
Become a politician peasant
When you want time the most
it isn't
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