The lights are flashing
People are dancing and smiling
Drinks are being passed around
People are tossing dice for shots
A man is drowning his soul wile people kiss next to him
The smell of sweat fills the room
The bar never stops moving because of the basses booming
Welcome to the club, what would you like to drink?
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