"Dancing in the dark," the stereo sings. Damon comes up from behind me, finishing the verse, and lifts me by my waist off the stepladder.

"Dancing in the dark," the stereo sings. Damon comes up from behind me finishing the verse, and lifts me by my waist off the stepladder.

<intro>
<First Verse>
First deception past perfection
The anticipation friction
Don’t we have the wrong perception?
Seen from another dimension?
Ask a question turn direction
Some don’t bother mention that when
You see your reflection think
The worlds out of your comprehension

They the people rise
Leaving tears in their wake
So they dream but when they wake
They can’t see their mistake
But they know the ache   
Like a taking heartbreak
Though they see the light sinking
They don’t know what's at stake

<Pre Chorus>
Rising sinking mesmerizing
Lies and drinking 
Shrinking Shrinking
Rising sinking tranquilizing
Realizing
Thinking Thinking

<Second Verse>
The flipside of effervescent
And the denied luminescent 
Are your eye souls iridescent?
I can't see them through the crescent 
No they’re fake shining fluorescent
Shiny hot and incandescent
Anxiety makes me ignescent 
While depression is quiescent

<Pre Chorus>
Rising sinking mesmerizing
Lies and drinking 
Shrinking Shrinking
Rising sinking tranquilizing
Realizing
Thinking Thinking

<Chorus>
Still waters run deep ...

"Dancing in the dark," Ed Sheeran sang. Jesse came up from behind me, duster in hand, and lifted me by my waist off the stepladder. 

First deception past perfection
The anticipation friction
Don’t we have the wrong perception?
Seen from another dimension?
Ask a question turn direction
Some don’t bother mention that when
You see your reflection think
The worlds out of your comprehension

They the people rise
Leaving tears in their wake
So they dream but when they wake
They can’t see their mistake
But they know the ache   
Like a taking heartbreak
Though they see the light sinking
They don’t know what's at stake

The flipside of effervescent
And the denied luminescent 
Are your eye souls iridescent?
I can't see them through the crescent 
No they’re fake shining fluorescent
Shiny hot and incandescent
Anxiety makes me ignescent 
While depression is quiescent

Still waters run deep
Gashes formed from pain
Filled from water that I weep
Scars in hearts remain
Truths echoe in truths
On impressions we rely
But souls don't always use
Windows through the eye

Pristine waters clear as glass
Cliffs expose...

"Dancing in the dark," Sheeran sang as James came up from behind me, duster in hand, and lifted me by my waist off the stepladder. 

"Dancing in the dark, you between my arms" James came up from behind me, duster in hand, and lifted me by my waist off the stepladder. 

First deception past perfection
The anticipation friction
Don’t we have the wrong perception?
Seen from another dimension?
Ask a question turn direction
Some don’t bother mention that when
You see your reflection think
The worlds out of your comprehension

They the people rise
Leaving tears in their wake
So they dream but when they wake
They can’t see their mistake
But they know the ache   
Like a taking heartbreak
Though they see the light sinking
They don’t know what's at stake

The flipside of effervescent
And the denied luminescent 
Are your eye souls iridescent?
I can't see them through the crescent 
No they’re fake shining fluorescent
Shiny hot and incandescent
Anxiety makes me ignescent 
While depression is quiescent

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        Some might say pretty big. Some might say it’s fate. But let me take you on a scientific and fact-based journey to really find out how special you are.  

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