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On a night like this,
so full of bliss, you cain't miss what's so clear to your ear. You hear the music playin', your body's a-swayin' but you can't keep your balance. Garebear cain't dance, he ain't got a chance, to enhance his stance but it ain't him to blame, he's only a pawn in their game. Ahh, but what can I say, he doesn't have any debts to pay, he can just play all day, even if he can't find his way, it's all good. Ashley, seems so free, but it ain't me sayin' that, I'm just a-sayin' she's just really funny. Trent's so quiet tonight it's just the light in his head ain't on because he's out of dynamite for tonight. Woo-ee, tonight's quite fun, and no pun intended, but it would a whole lot better if some others were here, but it's a good thing no one brought beer.
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