i do not know what really caused it
bad day, it must be a damned day,
it was then when i tried fitting my feet
to your dancing shoes
when the music stopped
and dancers fainted
do not look at me as though i am holding
the compass of this world
(did i really cause it? let me go
these feet. Bad day. Damn!)
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