Bright lights shining on your face.
The music starts your feet start to move.
You feel the floor beneath your feet.
It's just you and the dance floor.
The music stops you take a bow.
The Crowd cheers, you smile to yourself.
Cause they think that it was you.
They think you danced this dance.
But you know it was just your feet.
Going with the rhythm.
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