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Sometimes, when the time is right
And my mood is light And I'm feeling like a girl Without a care in the world I turn up the music really loud To get rid of the cloud And bring in some sun Til I am done Twisting and turning and moving around To the beat and the sound The music flows through me I can be what I want to be A dancer, a singer on fire An artist, a performer, something even higher A free person who knows what she knows In my heart the music flows Coursing through my veins Even as it rains Teardrops from my eyes I realize my lies But yet I dance some more On my own private dance floor.
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