I stand so close that I feel intimate with the strangers that dance near me brushing up against me
there is no space here
I hear you moving closer
forget about me
I am made of disrespect
towards people I don't know
forget about this little pain
so close that it's clothes touch yours
I promise you
I will not forget what it smell like
to be so close to you
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Instret way to remember
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in a crowded concer
while you are trying to
get a little closer
i wrote this on my cell phone while at the show. i edited the second part a little bit.
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