| She looked at me and did the bosa nova
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| I smiled at her and then just walked away
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| Then the lights came on and it was over
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| To my surprise, she wasn’t a girl at all
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| So I packed it up and took to a rock show…
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| Where you can feel the pulse getting stronger
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| & you can only hear the beat for so long
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| I asked if there was any way to stop it
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| No, he said, just smile and act as if…
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| You worship the very ground on which they walk on…
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| No way
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| A temporary absence of gesture
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| A hidden meaning known to everyone
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| A slight misconception of leizure
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| Don’t see how that could hurt anyone… I know… But
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| Spirit, excellence, further down the road
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| These are the tools you’ll need further down the road
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| So lets pack it up and take it somewhere special…
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| From a quintessential, existential nightmare
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| To a sanctuary waiting in the sun |