*Swaying and moving and swaying some more.
I moved my way across the dance floor.
This must be heaven I thought to myself, for no one is judging
it's like I'm all by myself.
So I jump and I sway no matter which way
and everyone claps and smiles as I dance away the day.
But even when dancing forevers to long.
So I sit down and rest and hum a soft song.
The surrounders join in and sing with me too
about sunshine and summer time and not being blue.
But even though meant well and even though sweet
this nice little sentiment still felt so bleak.
So I screamed and ran trying to be free
but I couldn't get out so i climbed up a tree.
I feel from the tree onto my hard wood floor
realizing it was a dream and I could dance some more.*
Nov 16, 2012
Nov 16, 2012 at 10:01 AM UTC
*Swaying and moving and swaying some more.
I moved my way across the dance floor.
This must be heaven I thought to myself, for no one is judging
it's like I'm all by myself.
So I jump and I sway no matter which way
and everyone claps and smiles as I dance away the day.
But even when dancing forevers to long.
So I sit down and rest and hum a soft song.
The surrounders join in and sing with me too
about sunshine and summer time and not being blue.
But even though meant well and even though sweet
this nice little sentiment still felt so bleak.
So I screamed and ran trying to be free
but I couldn't get out so i climbed up a tree.
I feel from the tree onto my hard wood floor
realizing it was a dream and I could dance some more.*
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