*Flashing lights sweep past your face,
illuminating something you don't understand.*
**A beat so deep your core is rocked,
and everything sounds like an oscillating fan.**
*A thousand people around you,
jumping out of sync to a song with so many meanings.*
and for just a moment, you are not you,
but a lost soul glad to be home.
Oct 5, 2016
Oct 5, 2016 at 1:05 PM UTC
*Flashing lights sweep past your face,
illuminating something you don't understand.*
**A beat so deep your core is rocked,
and everything sounds like an oscillating fan.**
*A thousand people around you,
jumping out of sync to a song with so many meanings.*
and for just a moment, you are not you,
but a lost soul glad to be home.
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