…I’m not happy here anymore.
We should’ve stayed at home tonight.
are not what I need.
Its just the same as it was before.
Same faces there to hit the floor.
My legs have carried me far.
There’s still strength enough for one more.
And dance to all the same songs.
And nights like this would fade to one.
So lets get out of here.
We’ve done all we can.
This place is not dead.
Next Friday night.
This Picture-postcard modernity.
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