If I could stop dancing maybe I would be a great student
It happens that I fly and dream about accomplished duties
It is my style with my steps set on an appropiate time
I can jump either fall but look up and see stars,
feel the hope and obey my heart.
I'm a teenager growing up with my spirit just turned on
Let me choose I mean no harm
I'm in love and I want to dance.
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