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Upon the floor your feet, Shuffle and shuffle to the beat. Rosey smiles upon your face. The happiest heart in the place. Will you think of me when you dance? I'm sure there's not a heavens chance. I lie motionless all alone in my bed. As visions of you put another gun to my head. Never did I think you would leave me. There wasn't a chance that you would be, The horrible **** that you became. You made our love seem so lame. Cry not for my broken heart For you have made me a part. Of the dance I dance tonight Oh but so soft as we take flight. A fine line we dance in the dark Careful not on a journey to embarque. Deeper and deeper to keep the screams quite Into the pillow we bury out of site. Wrapping the wounds tighter than tight. As the gentle flow, tries to win the fight. Tonight was a little to deep As through the cloth it seeps Maybe Tonight is the night Aside the cloth I should throw And not be afraid to go Will you think of me when you dance? It is of you my eyes shall be As past this life I prance And my God I see
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Dec 12, 2022
Dec 12, 2022 at 2:52 PM UTC
Will You Think of Me When You Dance
Upon the floor your feet, Shuffle and shuffle to the beat. Rosey smiles upon your face. The happiest heart in the place. Will you think of me when you dance? I'm sure there's not a heavens chance. I lie motionless all alone in my bed. As visions of you put another gun to my head. Never did I think you would leave me. There wasn't a chance that you would be, The horrible **** that you became. You made our love seem so lame. Cry not for my broken heart For you have made me a part. Of the dance I dance tonight Oh but so soft as we take flight. A fine line we dance in the dark Careful not on a journey to embarque. Deeper and deeper to keep the screams quite Into the pillow we bury out of site. Wrapping the wounds tighter than tight. As the gentle flow, tries to win the fight. Tonight was a little to deep As through the cloth it seeps Maybe Tonight is the night Aside the cloth I should throw And not be afraid to go Will you think of me when you dance? It is of you my eyes shall be As past this life I prance And my God I see
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48/M/North carolina
Dec 12, 2022
Dec 12, 2022 at 2:52 PM UTC
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