| We broke into the old Bay Shore Roller Rink
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| Through a hole in the back wall
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| The echoes of our sneakers amplified themselves like speakers
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| Through the corners of the long-forgotten hall
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| And the cobwebs spanned the door frames
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| As I kneeled down to spell your name
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| In the dust on the floor that we’d
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| Danced on so many times before
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| The musty aroma is filling my head
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| And the broken windows let the birds in
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| Our breath, it made clouds and they wrapped us like shrouds
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| To keep November from reaching our skin
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| And the ghost of the DJ floats in from the freeway
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| He puts on your favorite waltz
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| So I take your hand, the invisible band
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| Leads us dancing around in the hall
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| The glow from the sunset caught the big disco ball
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| And sent dusty rays of light into your face
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| And the light from the ball hit the frost on the walls
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| And sent oranges and reds into space
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| I caught a glance in the midst of our dance
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| For a moment I stopped in my tracks
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| The room was ablaze with the fiery rays
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| While the frozen air blew through the cracks
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| And our bodies are frozen in time |