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Underground eXperts United
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Presents...
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[ Poetry Collection 2 ] [ By Bob Slack ]
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Heya again,
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it is I, Bob Slack returning with count em, nine(9) yes nine
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more poems for your reading pleasure. These poems are a part
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of me and may give yas a little insight as to how i think and
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feel about stuff. Again any comments should be sent to me at
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bmullins@indy.net
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:Fred:
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this is the story of fred
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a scoundrel was he
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he had the best of both worlds
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women numbering one two and three
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yes fred covorted with the three
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with the greatest of glee
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fred is against a wall
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he is ready to take a fall
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for if you play the heart stringe
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you should know the risks
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to hurt is to break a cord
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to hurt is to break your word
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the pain of the sufferer
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the cost of the prize
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not worth the goal
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and not worth the lies
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:Distance:
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Distance is like a flowing river
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swiftly going by
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a barricade for some
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easily crossed by the ones with the bridge
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bridges come and go
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crossing the bridge is easy
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finding it isn't anways
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but the other side is the goal
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the other side the goal
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to get there you need only find the bridge
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to find the bridge open your heart
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see with your heart instead of your eyes
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eyes are the deceivers they show the external
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what's inside is what really matters
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what's inside is the only thing that matters
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just like the cup, the bowl and the platters
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:Electronic Folk Dance:
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Electronic folk dance
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the only way is to take the chance
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dancing around the systems with glee
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hoping nobody will ever catch me
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Suspend in a process
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dancing around the office
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feinting work
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such a jerk
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traveling down the electric way
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drowning just for a frey
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so many minds meet
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some to suffer defeat
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feel the pulse of energy
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the flow of informatiton
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feel it explode into your mind
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no you are one of a kind
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:Light Dark:
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searching forever
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insearch of someone
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someonw who cares someone to share with
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the long darkness of dispair
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a faint light
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a glimmer in the night
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the tunnel heads upwards
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breaking away from the shards
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standing in the sun
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basking in the light
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oh what a fright
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to be set free
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the emotional bomb
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the stagnant pond
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to find someone who cares
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to find someone who is there
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the sorrow dissapears
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the sparrow the sphears
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the lightness
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it's so bright it burns
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the burns heal
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with the feeling of the light
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the light is always there
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the light shall comfort you
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aling with the light is the night
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the night and the light are equal
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with the good is the bad
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no more then the other, a reason to be glad
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:Emotonal Path:
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emotional explosion
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devotton decision
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stand tall
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make the decision
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take the right path
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tread where the heart goes
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follow the path of desolution
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and fall like the fast thrillers
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watch or you'll see the killers
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decide and avoid quick thrill
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be dragged under by the flash
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the glam will be your snakebite
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follow the roses
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join in the eternal fun
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live a life of joy
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stand a chance, take the best route
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follow your heart
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if the path is long, preservere
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you are the one who will win or lose
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get what you deserve
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:Waiting:
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waiting
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the time passes slow
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oh so slow as the snow
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time passes, no debating
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the goal in waiting
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patience
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the road is long
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incense
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jump at the best
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avoid the rest
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the waiter wins
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in the end, the best
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avoid cheap imitations
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plastic cutouts
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cardboard replicas
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in the end, no limitations
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take the long train
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notice the scenery
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take the fast track
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fall at the entry
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rocks on the road?
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stand tall
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understanding will prevail
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or take the fall
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someday it will be true
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all the way and worth it
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but till that day have presistance
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for that instant, be on top
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:Love:
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Love
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such a four letter word
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some people search for it
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while others dispise it
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thue emotons never falter
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true love is like a glass of water
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clear and pure
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unrelenting and powerful
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for love can carve rocks
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water is a powerful force
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love is refreshing on a hot day
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water is knowing that you are always thought of
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standing in the pits of sorrow
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looking up into the sunlight
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climbing free
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with love there is no plight
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for the ones in love there are good and bad times
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the tides pull both outward and inward
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the ocean is endless it seems
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standing on the bank, bask in the spray
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when a thought brightens even the darkest day
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when a word heatens the coldest day
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when happieness is a must do, and not a need
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when love comes a knockin, ye shall be freed
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stead fast like te Discordian warrior
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confusion basks the battlefiels
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the emotional power shall triumph
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the glass walls shall fall and set you free
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:Electronic Kiss:
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Lost pieces
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all fall to the ground
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searching searching
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gather what's found
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pieces of the puzzle
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scattered here and there
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coming togeather
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we will both be there
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the electronic infinity
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where we now roam
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creating a small void
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what we call home
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taking on te waves of a lectron
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so far awaay but so near
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on the pulse of energy
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comes my love
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awaiting that day
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the day where we wont be away
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waiting in bliss
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awaiting your kiss
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:Disco Death:
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flowing through your veins
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with every pulse
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with every beat
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try and wash away the blood
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dancing to the mad groove
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disco on the floow with a killer move
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feel the pulse
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move with the beat
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dancing to the lightshow
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flashy disco
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moving and grooving
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the blood shall flow
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feel the move, do the groove
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fear no evil, no light shall shine
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the strobe keeps flashing
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the moves start gashing
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moving like a madman
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flame green leasure suit
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dressed to thrill
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moves that kill
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a discotronic is so psycho sonic
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defy the whole, go with the flow
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feel the move, do the groove
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a discoing we shall go, just watch the show
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