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I'm moving quickly through this slow dance,
so obscured, can't see the romance,
only looking for the end,
that always seems to come.
Is it nearing, always does,
why can't I just stay?
Breath is dead, start to choke,
almost gone, have a smoke.
Loud lingering laughter,
please leave me alone,
stop the silence,
all I want is noise,
put an end to the thunder all I want is rain.
Back in synch, back in style,
back into the iron smile.