Standing still in the moving crowd,
where lights reflected from the disco ball,
blinked and dazed the dance floor,
i ponder life as it goes by,
maybe this is the last dance,
maybe it's the only dance,
there's the girl with the gown,
and the guy with the fancy tie,
dancing the night away.
i stopped and i walked,
back to the dance floor,
ready to dance the night away again,
like living with art,
or breathing with rhythm,
dancing the night away
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