In our own little world
The music is the sun
The dance floor becomes the sea
Feels like true paradise to me
I light up like a cigar
Strung out like a guitar
Maybe you can educate my mind
Explain all these controls
I can't sing but I've got soul
And the goal is elevation
Generate your own contact table!
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