Decrease the light, increase the smiles...
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a familiar beat is swarming the art.
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Soothing movement that help the evening come to a halt.
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Lifetime achievement...
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Lifetime achievement the looks on their faces make it worthwhile.
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The sawying of the oecan, swaying of your hips...
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shivering as your lover's caress touches your lips.
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Perfect world and perfcet lives, we have the soundtrack for their futures.
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The seawater smell in the cold outside world seems to be enchanting the room.
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The chatter of riches keeping the beat, as the sea seems to freeze.
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The brisk air seems to make out heart colder.
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The dimming lights makes the smiling faces sparser.
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The dimming lights makes the smiling faces sparser.
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The dimming lights makes the smiling faces sparser.
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The dimming lights makes the smiling faces sparser.
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The dancing smiles seem to have halted with a silent scream.
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The prefect life torn apart in a matter of seconds...
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I hear their screams and cries...
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I know now that I'm the only one who possesses true happiness.
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Leep the beat, we tap our feet...
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screams add a new feel to what we've, to what we perfected so dear.
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We'll play to our deaths for we posses true happniess.
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We are finally free.
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Dying with our one passion, music:
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the greatest wealth of them all. We must play on.
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Aesthetic
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Between The Buried And Me |