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May 9
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I've never danced
I could never be convinced
Seeing you across this room
Has me doubting that truth

You're eyes are pickpockets
Slowly working the locks
That enshroud my heart
And now I'm getting nervous

We slowly meet in middle
The lights get even dimmer
I wouldn't call this dancing
But we seem to do it well
OnLithium
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OnLithium  24/M/Somewhere
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