Get up out of your silence. Come out, follow me.
What's there to lose, besides your virginity
and other things you can't look for and find --
Your way, your words, the past, your place, your time, your peace of mind,
A truce between shyness and dancing, your inner saint and inner jerk,
A parallel universe where things actually work.
You never know what you're going to see
When the music's your tour guide and the music's in me.
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