The room is empty
The dance floor is clear
You and I are the only one’s there
Our eyes meet each other from across the room
We don’t know why
But something inside compels us to walk toward each other
I take you hand in mine
And whisk away with you onto the dance floor
No music is playing
But that doesn’t really matter
For we make our own music within our hearts
The room is empty
The dance floor is clear
No music is playing
Except for what is playing within our hearts
For this is a musicales dance
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Sweet, Jeremy – keep it up!