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We broke into the old Bay Shore Roller Rink |
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Through a hole in the back wall |
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The echoes of our sneakers amplified themselves like speakers |
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Through the corners of the long-forgotten hall |
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And the cobwebs spanned the door frames |
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As I kneeled down to spell your name |
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In the dust on the floor that we'd |
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Danced on so many times before |
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The musty aroma is filling my head |
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And the broken windows let the birds in |
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Our breath, it made clouds and they wrapped us like shrouds |
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To keep November from reaching our skin |
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And the ghost of the DJ floats in from the freeway |
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He puts on your favorite waltz |
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So I take your hand, the invisible band |
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Leads us dancing around in the hall |
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The glow from the sunset caught the big disco ball |
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And sent dusty rays of light into your face |
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And the light from the ball hit the frost on the walls |
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And sent oranges and reds into space |
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I caught a glance in the midst of our dance |
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For a moment I stopped in my tracks |
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The room was ablaze with the fiery rays |
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While the frozen air blew through the cracks |
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And our bodies are frozen in time |
