The story
He dances hard to outrun what keeps him still.
The room is all boots, dust, and a beat that won’t let up, while his chest keeps racing like it heard bad news first. He laughs through the spin, but every stomp looks like a move made to stay ahead of the silence waiting outside the dance floor. The music kicks faster, and he is still trying not to feel it.
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Lyrics
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