Talking guitars and drums, telling a story of everyday
life as it's being lived.
Memories teeming within, trying to be seen in the dark
without a light shining upon them.
Kicking up our heels, strutting our stuff in a fast-
paced line dance, getting out of breath.
Not wanting to stop for a moment, faster and faster,
drummer beating rhythms, loving this rapid tempo.
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