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Kundera On The Dance Floor
Uno, Dos, Tres, Cuatro!Dressed in a Tom Wayne t-shirtIn walks the golden girlBlessed with a now-chemical smilePiss drunk on red wine and melodyThe drink it sways addictionBut strengthens her convictionsSome words get slurredSome lines get blurredYou see where this is headingOh come onDon't go thereThe beat skips on some hit remixThe dance floor moves and then forgetsI know just how they're feelingThe unbearable likeness of being"Some stones are better left unturned"She quoted Dondo and Kafka"There is hope, though not for us"Was there a point to all of...SongtexteOh come onDon't go therePass out still wearing all your clothesShut your eyes and let your head fill with ghostsOh come onWake up with one foot on the floorThe room spins a little slower than the night beforeOh come on (oh come on... oh come on...)Don't go there (don't go there... don't go there...)Oh come on (oh come on... oh come on...)Don't go there (don't go there... don't go there...)
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