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On a torn-up stool in a shadowy glow
I spill my dreams where the dark winds blow
The glass reflects what I ain't yet done
But the night keeps moving like a loaded gun
Oh the room feels tight yet I'm swaying wide
A rhythm of regret rides the rising tide
The air is thick with stories left to tell
But I keep on dancing with a homemade spell
Lost in the notes that whisper sweet and low
It’s a game of chance I can't let go
The echoes curl like smoke in the air
A haunting tune that pulls me unaware
Oh the room feels tight yet I'm swaying wide
A rhythm of regret rides the rising tide
The air is thick with stories left to tell
But I keep on dancing with a homemade spell
Outside the neon blinks a tired plea
Inside I'm tangled with a melody
Strings of gold cut through my veins
Every beat a piece of my remains
Now the night’s wearing thin but the vibe stays loud
The haze of the scene still wraps like a shroud
I chase round shadows but they slip like sand
And I'm back in rhythm with an empty hand
Oh the room feels tight yet I'm swaying wide
A rhythm of regret rides the rising tide
The air is thick with stories left to tell
But I keep on dancing with a homemade spell