On rainy days the windows fog up to the sound of my breathing.
Butterflies dance in the light of the night.
The spider waits on the wall.
And when everything goes wrong,
I put on my dancing boots.
The lights that harass me are going crazy.
They don't keep up with my feet.
I trample the puddles. I roll in the mud.
My grimace is almost infernal.
And when everything goes wrong,
I put on my dancing boots.

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