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I must go back to the dance floor again, to the crowded floor and the lights And all I ask is platform shoes and bell-bottoms to dance all night And the lights flicker and the trendy songs and the whole room shaking And a crazy haze on the walls and the music cranking
I must go back to the dance floor again, for the calling rhythm inside It's a crazy call and an obvious call that may not be denied And all I ask is a star filled sky with the moon glowing And booming bass and the familiar rhythm and my friends showing
I must go out to the dance floor again to the thoughtless soothing life To John's way and Olivia's way where the music's like a merry wife And all I ask is a favorite song from an old record book And a foot massage with peppermint lotion when the exhausting night it took
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