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"And it starts, sometime around midnight
Or at least that’s when you lose yourself for a minute or two
As you stand, under the bar lights
And the band plays some song about forgetting yourself for a while
And the piano’s this melancholy soundtrack to her smile
And that white dress she’s wearing, haven’t seen her for a while
But you know, that she’s watching, she’s laughing, she’s turning,
She’s holding her tonic like a cross
The room’s suddenly spinning, she walks up and asks how you are
So you can smell her perfume
You can see her lying naked in your arms."
-Airborne Toxic Event
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