Our Show

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Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we are here we might as well dance

Submitted: March 30, 2012

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Our show.

Under the neon lights I sway

To music that drifts me away

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My hands are up in the air

Like I have not a single care

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When my eyes finally drift shut

I know that I'll bare no cuts

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Hey stranger, tell me what you mean

When you say I'm the prettiest you've seen

Baby boy, show me a little love now

Before the curtains close, and I take that final bow

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Bodies brush against me

Belonging to people I can't see

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I drink away the rest of the pain

So on me it'll no longer rain

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Nothing matters but tonight

There are no wars left for me to fight

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Hey stranger, give me a night to remember

I'll be your mistress, you can be my bachelor

Baby boy, the shows far from over

So make me love-drunk, don't let me die sober

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There's nothing to do but dance

Then maybe give life a second chance

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The stage is yours and mine

And darling, do we look oh so fine

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Our swag is catching their eyes

We don't care, we're far too high

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Hey stranger, it's only you and me on the floor

So lets dance the night til we're sore

Baby boy, the suns almost up

But I can't leave, you had me at 'What's up?'

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I know we're far from done

Cause yesterday is long gone

And tomorrow has yet to come

But tonight, our show will go on...


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