And the songs keep coming,
as we dance in awe of that live band.
Singing along to songs we have just heard,
As laughable insignificant people toss their hair,
for our eyes.
The lights keep shining,
as if on purpose, flashing up a lost love's face.
Forget it, not tonight.
And the lights keep shining,
as former friends talk to us with nothing but kind words
Colours dancing with us, over walls and ceilings.
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