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dreaming of the beats and lights, it's almost the time and they won't forgive if we let this pass, we're and we have to make it worth it each second we spend here
dreaming of the whispers they won't listen when the music is filling every corner of the place, not even when some scream names trying to reach them, not even if it's about their lost drinks... tacit promises on the tray, silent treaties signed under the bar... time to get along with the game... listen... it's the call, the main lights are off and only the dance floor has life in it, time for attack.
and they won't regret losing another person and they won't remember those that made them cry. there's a crowd to please and money to collect, it's time for everything but remembrance
did you hear that? it's someone's heart, it's someone's mind on the floor again, neurotic jumping on the chairs looking for a smoke or just something to look cooler, did you hear that? it was your glass meeting the floor, it was your wallet kissing the stairs, it was your heels staying 3 steps behind you, it was that slap on your butt and the blink of that person at your fine body... it's not time for regret nor remembrance, it's now and nothing else... let them dance and pray
taking a break for a while, a good time to stare outside and through the windows it looks like a scene from bad junkie movie, its taking too long, they better get in, it isn't over yet... did you hear that? a slammed door crushing someone's look and hopes, it's no time to remember there was a heartbeat in the beginning.
come with what you've got, stand still and walk, smile and sell, please as much as you please, satisfy them and go to sleep... it feels so humid and hot and starts again.
will they let it go? will they find the same they like in a few hours when they wake up and look at themselves in the mirror? it's not time for remembrance, it's now what matters the most "i can't fix what happened" is the first and last line they have in their minds every night. colorful joy and bliss, defenseless novices at the place, allucinated people and too much alcohol to dispose of, hands full of bills awaiting for more and more like there would not be any other day... there was a target in the beginning and it was forgotten.
they were into it for it, they thought of fighting for it, they swore on their blood... and it's gone, almost buried, almost forgotten... but as long as they don't make up their minds on what they really want they'll be in between 2 worlds, no where to escape but with a single decision to take. it shouldn't be that hard, don't you think? just like everynight, getting ready and staring at themselves in the mirror, looking very different from what they were long ago, some music tracks as reminders of what started everything and there they leave, there they arrive, so tired to realise time is gone so easy and is not coming back. it was easy, once, when faking wasn't a daily event