There's no thinking in there,
Just a moment timelessly repeated,
'Midst a frantic, fresh blare,
There are no troubles hiding in that space,
Wanting to adjust you,
You'll be twisted, turned, spun, and razzmatazzed,
A soul-prancing escape without the blues,
Those are your feet tapping and head bobbing,
The world's not collapsing,
Or if it was, you'd never notice it,
That groove's so entrancing,
May't be with you,
Until your teeth fall out,
Equality sweeps across the nation,
While your heart collapses from rocking out.
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