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I want to go where the air is breathless, and the music fills the spaces our words would be. I'm tired of connecting on a meaningful level. You're supposed to be a chance to forget myself, but it doesn't work if you're trying to find me. I'd rather your hands all over my body while your name couldnt be further from my mind.
Come stranger, meet me on the dancefloor, grab my hand but miss my eyes. I don't care if you pretend I'm some other girl as long as you scream something when I throw you against the wall. We can tear eachother apart in blissful ignorance.
Because from the second I meet you, I want to be forgetting you. Trust me, it's true love.