feel the vapour pressure drop as the dark
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steam pours out the entrance. real cold world is
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swirling into a club that keeps the real
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life world out. where every sense seems deathly
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weak from the frozen time you spent in transit.
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the glass dance world flickers on and the
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low end thaws your anxious body
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maybe i feel detatched, i may just look too shy,
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it's a disinterest not that i'm a timid guy.
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i call them bodies but, they are attentive too,
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i feel the social glare i feel the attitude.
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watch as mirrors clear themselves with the
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breath of frigid air that eased in.
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made up babies all rotate as a siren
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spins a beam of amber. time sliced beat
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by beat in a row, in a club.
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in a line, in the city. the glass dance world
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flickers on because the cycle happens enough:
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a baby falls out warm, it's screaming for it's life,
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an infant tries to dance as it grows up then dies.
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that's simplified but uh. . .when your complexion dries,
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you wake up cold and think, you wish it'd been this way.
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Glass Danse
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The Faint |