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Sometimes the dance floor for everyone else is a boxing ring for me I go in expecting trouble And come out bruised Or with an injured partner Spend enough time doubting your corner man And he’ll quit This shouldn’t fill you with as much relief as it does Fight the urge to be hypnotized by professional dancers Instead find a quiet studio and stare at the mirrors until they talk to you Until you talk to them Learn to dance Expect bruises But inexperienced feet still make noise Know yourself Learn yourself Not present you No mirror is clear enough for that But future you Let no matter how foggy the mirror You can still draw a moustache on your face And kids in the background Then dust yourself off And get back on the dance floor
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Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 9:24 PM UTC
Expect Bruises
Sometimes the dance floor for everyone else is a boxing ring for me I go in expecting trouble And come out bruised Or with an injured partner Spend enough time doubting your corner man And he’ll quit This shouldn’t fill you with as much relief as it does Fight the urge to be hypnotized by professional dancers Instead find a quiet studio and stare at the mirrors until they talk to you Until you talk to them Learn to dance Expect bruises But inexperienced feet still make noise Know yourself Learn yourself Not present you No mirror is clear enough for that But future you Let no matter how foggy the mirror You can still draw a moustache on your face And kids in the background Then dust yourself off And get back on the dance floor
(c)Mottelz
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Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 9:24 PM UTC
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