black hair, white skin
whatever happens within
blue eyes, red lips
how can i know who he is?
dance around
what am i doing?
did i forget who he was?
it's showtime, get to the stage
his eyes are beady
his lips are inviting
my body is responding
is how i know we're existing
sleep on stage
are you finding me?
stop the dancing
we stopped breathing
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